Steven T

Camouflage (Steven T)
lyrics ©Steven T
image & music by Song AI

Camouflage (Steven T)

It was, it was, it was, camouflage
It was, it was, it was, camouflage

It’s everywhere around all of the time
It makes everything so much harder to find
And fools me into thinking that I’m blind
And now I can’t get it off of my mind

Because
It was, it was, it was, camouflage
It was, it was, it was, camouflage

I’m looking up now down at your face
Should be a lip there, I can’t find a trace
Your chin is under hair, it looks out of place
Originality is your thing to erase

You know that
It was, it was, it was, camouflage
It was, it was, it was, camouflage

I signed me a contract, and I read the fine print
Let my fingers go walking, and my eyes did the squint
Had to contact a lawyer, lots of money I spent
Just to interpret the words, couldn’t tell what they meant

Because
It was, it was, it was, camouflage
It was, it was, it was, camouflage



Camouflage (Steven T)

Two Tight Shoes (Steven T)
lyrics ©Steven T
image by Meta AI
music by Suno AI

Two Tight Shoes (Steven T)

I got two tight shoes
They give me the blues
I got two tight shoes
They give me the blues

It’s just bad news
It’s just bad news
It’s just bad news
It’s just bad news

I got two tight shoes
I got too tight shoes
I got two, I, I, I, I, I got the blues
I got the blues

My two tight shoes
My too tight shoes
I let it loose
I let if loose

I let it loose
I let if loose
I let it loose
Now I don’t got no
Don’t got no
Don’t got no

Two tight shoes
Too tight shoes
Two tight shoes
Too tight shoes

Two Tight Shoes (Steven T)

First Floor Life (Steven T)
lyrics ©Steven T
image by Meta AI
music by Suno AI

First Floor Life (Steven T)

First floor life, you know it can be just fine
First floor life, you know it don’t take much time
To get right to your door, you don’t have to climb
Can’t wait to get home, to that dive I call mine

First floor life
First floor life
I’ve got a first floor life

Now for example, take this girl we’ll call Jill
Her second floor place, seems like the top of the hill
And when you ask her, if she likes it, she will
The elevator broke, it made her feel ill

Second floor life
Second floor life
She’s got a second floor life

Now go up one more, and you’ll find you’re on three
I’ve got to catch my breath, you just wait for me
It isn’t easy, when you’re high as the trees
Jump out the window, won’t someone catch me please

Third floor life
Second floor life
I’ve got a first floor life





First Floor Life (Steven T)

Rhythmic Ego-Plea (Steven T)
lyrics ©Steven T
music & image by Song AI

Rhythmic Ego-Plea (Steven T)

Instant sanitation
Instant sanity
Instant aggravation
Is what you’re giving me

instant weird vibrations
Cause instant mad gyrations
Of instant degradation
A rhythmic ego-plea

Instant sanitation
Instant sanity
Instant aggravation
Is what you’re giving me

A rhythmic ego-plea
A rhythmic ego-plea

I’ve got a psycho-hesitation
For which I’ve got no explanation
Requires mass participation
Of mindless devotees

Instant sanitation
Instant sanity
Instant aggravation
Is what you’re giving me






Rhythmic Ego-Plea (Steven T)

When (Steven T)
lyrics ©Steven T
music & image by Song AI

When (Steven T)

When I cry, the tears come to my eyes
When I try, the limit is the sky
When I lie, I often get asked why
When I die, no one will hear a sigh

When I cry, no one will hear a sigh
When I try, I often get asked why
When I lie, the limit is the sky
When I die, the tears come to my eyes

When I cry, the limit is the sky
When I try, the tears come to my eyes
When I lie, no one will hear a sigh
Whey I die, I often get asked why

When (Steven T)

Get Out (Steven T)
lyrics ©Steven T
image by Meta AI
music by Suno AI

Get Out (Steven T)

Why don’t you just get out of Hollywood
Go on now, just get out of town
You know I really think you should
‘Cause they don’t want you around

Get out
Get out 
Get Out

Got a  sidewalk filled with fallen stars
Parking lots filled with stolen cars
The secure houses are the ones with bars
The neighbors keep their secrets in jars

Get out
Get out
Get out

So just get back to Idaho, go there
A fresh cool breeze will blow through your hair
All the young men still wear underwear
You won’t need those Foster Grants to hide the glare

Get back
Get back
Get back


Get Out (Steven T)

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