Judges

"FUCK!"
"CHINA!"
"That was the take"
"Is it in?"
"Is it in?"
"Are we going or are we not going?"
"SHUT UP!"

"Phil where's my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones"

Don't judge my music
Don't judge my songs
If someone is singing
It's not right or wrong
And don't judge my dancing
Just here to have fun
Y'all should be happy
Inside here it's warm

Don't judge my painting
I'm not painting for you
And whatever you say
I'm gonna ignore you
Mhmmmm

Cause life isn't easy, buddy
And it'll never go right
And everybody is gonna die

You and me can be happy, I think
In so many ways
It ain't no use to us to complain
You and me look even more funny
When we say bad stuff about somebody
So now that I sing
It's just a sound
Like a car passing
Or swan's wings flapping

You can give in now
And lay in the waves
What did you think my singing was?

What did you think my singing was?
What did you think when you were young?

That light's not from my eyes
It's from those lights
But I get to see stuff
I'll judge it right