|
Rip Vine: A Song Lyrics - Artist : Cozart, Jon
[Jon:] You know, Thomas, there is nothing you could've done.
[Thomas:] How do I cope with this loss and this pain, Vine is now dead to me. People would soak in me narrating a 6 second masterpiece. Agony, beyond joking, don't kid, when you 8 million fans, have to move to your Instagram vids. [Jon:] Cooped up in L.A. I spent all my work days on painstaking art. Meanwhile my frenemies grow 9 times as quickly with taco bell hauls, Blah, blah, blah, blah-crunch, blah, blah. Agony, far more painful than yours when to grow like you want, you must pander the middle schoolers. [Both:] Agony, oh it hurts to the core! [Jon:] What is as tiring, [Thomas:] Or half so inspiring, [Both:] As being ignored? [Thomas:] Am I not talented with my impressions? My precious, Ms. Piggy, our family, I do the best Stewie, now where will they go? [Jon:] You are everything Vine could have wished for! [Thomas:] Oh, I know, [Jon:] It died though, [Thomas:] The platform is lost, [Jon:] You know nothing of losing 'til you only get 2 million views on a vid, you know, should have gone viral meanwhile, its lists: blah trump! Blah candy! Blah late night! Blah roasting! Blah blah! [Both:] Agony, [Thomas:] Misery, [Jon:] Woe, [Both:] Though it's different for each, [Thomas:] Always seconds behind, [Jon:] Always decades too old! [Both:] And it's just out of reach! Agony, that can cut like a knife! Hello, YouTube. Bye, Vine! |
Copyright © 2009-2024 |