Lyrics of 'Telecaster B-Boy' by Will Stetson

I watch as I power through this day and age
An outlier bows in to the shrine in vein
The all-knowing wise speaks to get an ace
She flew up high without a care in place

They throw out a line to clean the inner self
He’ll run the track whine they’ll feel no guilt
They cast on a curse to free their brain and melt
He takes the force right upon himself

As long as it’s fond and their tastes’ve been fed
Praising life at once solely for this trend

Telecaster b-boy
His love a fake decoy
He licks the justice off his own iv
Don’t act like y’ ain’t destroyed
G-girl those careless ploys
You stand upon the circus over the
The crying the bodies
Clapping both the hands you
Point to scoff then turn around and bid adieu
Telecaster b-boy
Don’t want a fake decoy
I need a nobody who’d throw that out for love

You type out your bias on me it’s all nitpicks
And paying no mind to be so sadistic
They pin on the thorns make her maleficent
In bloom the rose made a perfect fit

He drowns out the crowd that throws a burdened fit
They blow up the sound regardless to admit
They’re stabbing a knife and quote without a wit
Bet it’s no strife, no it’s just the tip

Tell 'em it’s not in their place to judge
Thinking its a fair game they don’t budge

Telecaster b-boy
Invalid counterpoint
Such bogus underneath your [?]
More luck with an android
Avoiding tears in void
Redact her temper tantrum and deny
The crying the bodies
Breaking down the pain
I’ll color correct the bruise ignore the stain
Telecaster b-boy
Don’t want a fake decoy
I need a nobody who’d hold me tight for love

A closed up world we’re in
Feelin’ claustrophobic
You act as though I got a foe in me
I’ve chosen who I’ve been
Don’t have to condone it
But I’ll fight off the voices that oppose

Telecaster b-boy
His love a fake decoy
He licks the justice off his own iv
Don’t act like y’ ain’t destroyed
G-girl those careless ploys
You stand upon the circus over the
The crying the bodies
Clapping both the hands you
Point to scoff then turn around and bid adieu
Telecaster b-boy
Don’t want a fake decoy
I need a nobody who’d throw that out for love