"Flash Bare Ass" lyrics

"Flash Bare Ass"

So you want to be a writer that I'd like
I guess I better learn how to read
Hope you care deeply if you write
And only describe what you've seen
When looking real close with your minds eye
If you're gonna be a writer that I'd like

So you want to sing a song the way I like
Well here's how I'd like you to sing
I want to believe you get stage fright
Convince me it's just a bad dream
Neither taking nor leaving is all right
If you're singing your songs the way I like

Do you want to talk to strangers
Or take a walk on a beach
Boogie head long into danger
Or build a house in a tree
Well its all well and good I guess
It's just not for me

If you want to paint a picture that I'd like
Here's one way to set up your scene
Every plate and glass in it's own light
On a table rests exotic cuisines
Mischievous cat, black as midnight
Is casting shadows in a painting I might like

Take a look around you
That's where you are
All your missed connections and every shot in the dark
You figured out what makes you special, go on kid follow your star

I can tell that you're gonna get real
Trying to be someone that you like
The work is harder than it seems
You're gonna flash bare ass in broad daylight
Even if you're working to be someone that you like


Writer(s): James Petralli, Jerry Allen Clemons Iii, Michael Hunter, Jacob Smith, Matthew Young, Jared Samuel, Cyrus Gharemeni
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