What's a season in a right, if you can't have anything? What's the reason in a rhyme, if a plan means anything? What's the meaning in a crime? It's a fan if anything Where's the meaning in a line? It's a brand, it's a brand How a culture comes again, it's a plan of yesterday And you swear it's not a trend, doesn't matter anyway They're only here to talk to friends, nothing new is everyday You could shit upon the stage, they'll be fans They'll be fans, they'll be fans They'll be fans All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly Steal a sound and imitate, keep a format equally Not an ode, just the facts, where our world is nowadays An idea is what we lack, it doesn't matter anyways All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly Steal a sound and imitate, keep a format equally Not an ode, just the facts, where our world is nowadays An idea is what we lack, it doesn't matter anyways Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey