Musica de Wifiskeleton del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Wifiskeleton tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su técnica vocal,
hahahahaha fuck you man fuck you seriously im so fucking sick of you and your whining Lyrics[Verse: wifiskeleton, Seth MacFarlane, Scott Grimes & Rob Corddry]
Hello?
Hey, Dad, I'm calling from my history class
So who was president when you were a kid?
Oh, I don't know
I guess I think about killing myself pretty frequently, why not?
What's so great about living?
You know, when I'm happy
For the five seconds in the morning when I first wake up
Before I remember who I am and what my life is all about
Anxiety, disappointment, diarrhea more often than not
If I were to approach, would I lose my mind?
I don't—, I don't know if there's an afterlife, but who cares?
Nothingness couldn't be any worse than this meaningless march through my empty daze
You're making it up
See, Mr. Brink? Mr. Brink?
You'll be fine
He's right, it's pointless, life dismissed
Voices that just aren't ours
Orbit my hemisphere
To wish that I were never here
Shut my eyes and disappear
[Outro: wifiskeleton, Seth MacFarlane, Scott Grimes & Rob Corddry]
Hello?
Hey, Dad, I'm calling from my history class
So who was president when you were a kid?
Oh, I don't know
I guess I think about killing myself pretty frequently, why not?
What's so great about living?
You know, when I'm happy
For the five seconds in the morning when I first wake up
Before I remember who I am and what my life is all about
Anxiety, disappointment, diarrhea more often than not
If I were to approach, would I lose my mind?
I don't—, I don't know if there's an afterlife, but who cares?
Nothingness couldn't be any worse than this meaningless march through my empty daze
You're making it up
See, Mr. Brink? Mr. Brink?
You'll be fine
He's right, it's pointless, life dismissed