Touch Grass, Son

Touch Grass, Son

Prompt: a song that fuses hyperpop and nu-metal, energetic, dance pop, electropop, metal riffs, electronica

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My dad told me to stop staring at my phone
I said OK boomer, please just leave me alone
He started shaking, then he floated into the air
I started screaming, dad said hey listen up you square

[Pre-Chorus]
He said
Vibe check, yeet yeet
Zesty with the cornflake
Clapback, that's no cap
I dab on your bussy boy grave
You're giving N-P-C
Bruh I'm shook,
you simping for me
You basic-pilled and nasty

[Chorus]
Touch grass you got no rizz
Oof oof you got no rizz
Touch grass you got no rizz
Oof son you mid A-F A-F
[Verse 2]
My mom walked in, asked what's going on here?
Dad said go away, honey, I've got this dear
I tried to run away, but he teleported behind me
He said omae wa mou shindeiru, so listen up closely

[Pre-Chorus]
He said
Vibe check, yeet yeet
Zesty with the cornflake
Clapback, that's no cap
I dab on your bussy boy grave

[Chorus]
Touch grass you got no rizz
Oof oof you got no rizz
Touch grass you got no rizz
Oof son you mid A-F A-F
Touch grass, son, touch grass
[Saxophone solo]

[Outro]
Touch grass, you mid
Touch grass, you mid
You mid A-F, son
Touch grass,
you got no rizz
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