Somebody Just Like Me – ©2001/2026 – Pop Punk – Blink 182 / Bowling For Soup - (40–8–0)

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Style Prompt - Raw Power High energy Pop Punk

Origin

I am not a huge fan of social media and I have always wanted to take a shot at it in a song. A few things had to happen for this version of the song to exist. In 2001 I wrote a song called Wow. My cousins and I were in a new band and we were trying to get ourselves noticed. A popular shock radio show in NY called Opie and Anthony had a bit they did on Wednesdays called Whip'em Out Wednesday. The idea was that if you were driving on the highway, had a WOW bumper sticker on your car some girl might flash you and honk. They had a huge audience and we figured if they played our song every Wednesday, we would get some exposure to an audience exponentially larger than the one we had. One Friday, a producer for the show heard the song and said he would talk to they guys on Tuesday to see if we could get on the show on Wednesday. Sounds good right? Horrifically no. That Tuesday was September 11. And after the events of that day I felt like an idiot for even writing the song in the first place.

Even after a few years went by, the song was essentially still unusable. What radio station was going to play a promo for another radio station? It didn't help that O&A got fired in 2002 for a stunt that they pulled on WNEW. I was stuck... I always loved the music and melody and knew that I would use it again someday. So in 2026 I combined the 2 things I always wanted to do, use WOW and write about social media. I thought the phrase "Somebody Just Like Me" was the perfect title because it is an honest representation of the haves and have-nots online… the confidence of somebody "just like me," and the desperation of somebody to just "LIKE ME!" I wrote a verse about an influencer, a verse about a nobody, a bridge of the stupid things that people do to get attention and a last Chorus adresses the neediness of both.

Lyrics

Love who I am?

Just posted on the Tok and then again on Instagram

A gourmet lunch

Fun pictures on the beach, my friends are hot, my shirt is off

You’re making this too easy for me

Sometimes I don’t even try

I bet you’ll pay to watch me watch paint dry

I can sell you anything and I know you will buy it

I’m the douchey influencer, who's monetized

Post goes up

The Likes are free

You want to be

(Somebody) just like me

You scroll and drool

I’m super cool

You want to be

Somebody just like me

Man I’m unbelievable

I’m totally incredible

It makes me laugh I’m so good looking

Wow I am trending now

Click and see me again

Checked 50 times

No views no hearts no likes, nobody knows that I’m alive

What can I do

I don’t get noticed here it’s just like every day at school

I’m falling further into this hole

I think somehow I was cursed

And social media just makes it worse

The world is rubbing it in

And making sure that it hurts

If being last was winning

I’d be first

Post goes up

A desperate plea

Somebody please, just like me

Click one heart or

I’ll fall apart

Somebody please, just like me

Share, subscribe

Or swipe right

Somebody please, just like me

What don’t you get?

I’m desperate

Somebody please, just like me

Click and then start following

Somebody be my fake friend

I don’t know why I bother trying

Maybe I'm invisible?

Guess I’m losing again

Dogs or Makeup

Lip sync or a viral hoax

A stupid dance or fancy clothes

I’ll snort cinnamon or you can watch me choke

Post goes up

I’m so thirsty

Somebody please, just like me

I’m insecure

You’re my self worth

Somebody please, just like me

I’ll be your

Attention whore

Somebody please, just like me

I need more subs

To me that’s love

Somebody please, just like me

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Torture – ©2002 – Pop Punk – Blink 182 / Bowling For Soup / Weezer - (24 – 4 – 4)

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Style Prompt - Pop punk with a driving, aggressive energy, Distorted electric guitars play palm-muted power chords in the verses and open, ringing chords in the chorus, A bright, punchy bass guitar follows the root notes of the guitar progression, The drums feature a fast, steady snare backbeat with eighth-note hi-hats and frequent crash cymbal accents, Male vocals are delivered with a gritty, melodic punk snarl, occasionally layering into harmonies during the chorus, The tempo is 168 BPM in the key of E Major

Origin

This is one of my personal favorites. I think it nails the consumer culture that we live in, shows the absurdity of being convinced we have to buy things that we really don’t want or need... and most importantly, laments being made to feel inferior if we don’t have these things. The idea that this concept is form of torture is an amusing angle... and starting off the song with "I hate myself just like everyone else" pretty much sets the tone.

Lyrics

I hate myself just like everyone else

They squash me

They just keep thinking up ways

To make me feel small

They crush me

With everything I see

And all the things I can’t afford

Put me down

Try and make me believe that I don’t measure up

What I am

Will never be quite right or ever good enough

So who is this sadist that keeps

Peddling me

Everything I don’t need

Or knew existed at all

Still I’ll go to the store cause

I want more yeah I want more

I’m a whore

And it’s torture

I hate myself just like everyone else

The world found

Yet another way, to punish me

I’m first out

I’m wasting my time, she’s outta my league

But I want her

Just add it to my growing list of things I’ll never have

So close but yet, so very far away

I’d follow her home but I’d just get arrested again

I know Victoria’s Secret

You put a real hot girl

On the cover of your magazine

Hotter than you’ve ever seen

And mostly naked

And we’ll want more

Yeah we’ll buy more

Cause we’re all whores

And it’s torture

We hate ourselves just like everyone else

You hate yourself just like everyone else

I hate myself just like everyone else

You hate yourself just like everyone

Why don’t you take me

Why don’t you give me

Why don’t you let me out

Why do I do this to me

Every time I stop, stop and think

This blanket of self loathing

Covers me like clothing

But I wear it well

I wear it well

And all the rich and beautiful people

Bring the world to it’s knees without saying please

Or trying that hard

They just show up but it’s not their fault

It’s ours cause we want more

We’re all whores

and we like torture

torturing ourselves just like everyone else

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No Need To Explain – ©2002 – Pop Punk – Blink 182 / Bowling For Soup / SR-71 - (102–5–3)

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Style Prompt - High energy pop-punk

Origin

I had a friend in the early 2000s who suffered from swings of depression that seemingly came out of nowhere. She would be happy and laughing one minute and then in an instant be really depressed. It was hard to watch. She would be shaking and crying saying, "Please help me I don’t know what is happening to me." It was almost like her body was doing something she couldn’t control and she was just trapped inside watching it all go on around her. It was very strange because when I looked into her eyes I could still see her in there despite all that was going on. We stopped seeing each other after about 2 years and about a year after that I wrote the song. At times it can seem a bit trite considering what was going, but for many people, this is their favorite song of mine. I guess in some ways maybe it’s reassuring. I do like the male vocal version, but I also did a version with a female vocal which I like as well. It gives the song a completely different energy and slant.

Lyrics

It’s all right, then it’s all wrong

That’s the usual for you

And you are, you coming apart

You’re somewhere freaking out alone

But it’s not that bad

I hate to see you sad

But still you think you

Need to hold the world up on your back

So you’re confused and down again

Truth be told we’re all insane

Let it go, there is no way

To get around it it’s OK

You want to cry you want to scream

Don’t apologize to me

I see you’re having a bad day

Trust me there’s no need to explain

Nothing, is working out

Just like you thought it would today

You give up, and you sit down

Right in the same spot where you stood

Get back up

I know that you feel stuck

Take a breath

And keep your head and it will all work out

So you’re confused and down again

Truth be told we’re all insane

Let it go, there is no way

To get around it it’s OK

You want to cry you want to scream

Don’t apologize to me

I see you’re having a bad day

Trust me there’s no need to explain

You walk around

Hands up in the air

Shake your head you’re frustrated and just fed up and then

You fall down

Without making a sound

And suddenly it’s so funny you crack a smile and laugh

Til it hurts

You say “It can’t get worse”

And life’s too short to let it eat you up and break your nerves

So you’re confused and down again

Truth be told we’re all insane

Let it go, there is no way

To get around it it’s OK

You want to cry you want to scream

Don’t apologize to me

I see you’re having a bad day

Trust me there's no need to explain

Trust me there is no need to explain

Trust me there is no need to explain

Trust me there is no need to explain

Save your breath there's nothing to explain

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4 Step Program – ©2002 – Pop Punk – Blink 182 / Bowling For Soup / SR-71 - (20–2–9)

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Style Prompt - Pop punk at 180 BPM in the key of E major, Distorted electric guitars play palm-muted eighth-note power chords in the verses and open, ringing chords in the choruses, A bright, overdriven bass guitar follows the guitar root notes with a picked attack, The drum kit features a fast punk beat with a driving snare on beats 2 and 4, rapid hi-hat openings, and frequent crash cymbal accents, Male vocals are delivered with a melodic, slightly nasal tone characteristic of the genre, featuring layered harmonies during the chorus, A lead guitar provides melodic counterpoint with high-register octaves and slides during transitions

Origin

When you are in a band playing out at bars and Frat houses, you have to have a fun party drinking anthem, so I wrote this song to be ours. Using the AA step program as a check box list format for getting wasted and partying is probably a bit distasteful, but at that point we just trying to do anything to get noticed. This song never pretended to be anything more than it was intended to be... a stupid, fun party song that you can drink and yell "hey" along with while we were playing. So there you have it.

Lyrics

Nothing ever seems to go my way

But I'd rather laugh about it than get sucked down the drain

I only want to have a good time

Forget the wasted day and turn it all around

Maybe life's unfair

And all messed up, but I don't care

Because I'm ready

To get lit up and just go crazy

One, the alcohol goes in (give me one, give me one now)

Two, we'll party like the world has never seen (give me two, give me two now)

Three, the clothes fall to the floor

Yeah, then it's love, love, love

Till morning comes for everyone

I think I need another beer

I want to celebrate the fact that I'm still here

Get set 'cause we're about to fly high

Today's the first day of the rest of your whole life

Yeah, it's so unfair

And all messed up, but I don't care

Because I'm ready

To get lit up and just go crazy

One, the alcohol goes in (give me one, give me one now)

Two, we'll party like the world has never seen (give me two, give me two now)

Three, the clothes fall to the floor

Yeah, then it's love, love, love

Till morning comes for everyone

Don't hassle me 'cause I don't even want to think about it now

Here's some money, get me a drink, I'm gonna go until I'm gone

And on the way we'll all hooray and we'll be drunk and stupid

We'll toast the sun when it comes up, who gives a f#@! let's do it

Hey!

Hey!

And maybe life's unfair

And all messed up, but I don't care

Because I'm ready

To get lit up and just go crazy

One, the alcohol goes in [(give me one, give me one now)

Two, we'll party like the world has never seen (give me two, give me two now)

Three, the clothes fall to the floor

Yeah, then it's love, love, love

Till morning comes for every

One the alcohol goes in (give me one, give me one now)

Two, we'll party like the world has never seen (ahh, give me two, give me two now)

Three, the clothes fall to the floor

Yeah, then it's love, love, love

Till morning comes for everyone

It's love, love, love

Till morning comes for everyone

It's love, love, love

Till morning comes for everyone

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Bust or California – ©1999 – Pop Punk – Blink 182 / Bowling For Soup / SR-71- (66–2–0)

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Style Prompt - pop punk, rock

Origin

I had been working in NY City for about 8 years and finally had just about had enough of the extreme cold and hot, the smell, the stress and burnout. I had always wanted to live in California and I finally got to the point where I just needed to leave, I was done. The song Bust or California a twist on the gold rush motto, because for me the Bust part had already happened. California was the only way forward. I made the move over 20 years ago.

Lyrics

It gets too cold here in winter

And I think I've had it living in the snow

I want to lay on the sand

I want to play in the sun

I want to get too high

I want to get me some

I want to ride on the waves

I want to say hello to everyone

I quit my job in the city

Lord knows there's got to be a better way

I want to sleep all day

I want to get too drunk

I want to stay out late

I want to have some fun

I want to walk around naked

And do just what I feel like doing

(And You) Say you're fed up too

Let's just sell everything and go to California

(Yeah, you) You and me got nothing to lose

We'll keep on driving till we

Hit the shoreline

(Who cares) Let's get out of here

If I wait one more minute I will certainly explode

Bust or California

I want to drive with the top down

I want the warm wind on my fingertips

I want to hang with my friends

I want the radio loud

I want my sunglasses on

I want my t-shirt off

I want to ride like I got no place to go

I want to really start living

(And You) Say you're fed up too

Let's just sell everything and go to California

(Yeah, you) You and me got nothing to lose

We'll keep on driving till we

Hit the shoreline

(Who cares) Let's get out of here

If I wait one more minute I will certainly explode

Bust or California

I want to see the girls in string bikinis

(And You) Say you're fed up too

Let's just sell everything and go to California

(Yeah, you) You and me got nothing to lose

We'll keep on driving till we

Hit the shoreline

(Who cares) Let's get out of here

If I wait one more minute I will certainly explode

So let's get out on the road

Bust or California

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Sign My Yearbook – ©1999 – Pop Punk – Blink 182 / Bowling For Soup / SR-71 - (50–2–0)

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Style Prompt - 90's Pop Punk

Origin

This song happened completely by accident. I was writing the song What Mary's Got (See the album Flavor Shake'r) and I got stuck on the last line of the second verse. I tried for 3 weeks to think of something, but just couldn't find the right line. So I thought, "Hey, I know where I can find some insightful and meaningful stuff, in my yearbooks." I started reading the yearbooks and in no time, ROTFL. Bingo, next song, and it wrote itself. The verses are just a summary of my middle school and high school yearbooks.

Lyrics

Glad I got to know you this year

I hope you have a great summer

Maybe we'll go steal some beer

See who can get drunker

I can't believe we survived

Thought it would never be over

Yeah we just barely got by

You were always in trouble

Can't think of anything more

Don't really know who you are

But I will be your friend if you will be my friend today

So please don't think too hard

(Wouldn't want to see your head explode)

If you find yourself (at a sudden loss for words)

Say to me just what I said to you

Will you sign my yearbook

Maybe one day we'll look back and we'll see how dumb we were

Hope you're in my classes again

Couldn't have done it without you

And how about that loser in gym

Do you know if the story is true

Has anyone ever told you before

You look just like your brother

Good luck with everything

Take it easy generically yours

So if you hand me the pen

I'll fill those blank spaces in

I'll write big and I'll be very, very, very, very wordy

(If you do the same for me)

Please don't think too hard (Wouldn't want to see your head explode)

If you find yourself (at a sudden loss for words)

Say to me just what I said to you

Will you sign my yearbook

Maybe one day we'll look back and we'll see how dumb we were

Please don't think too hard (Wouldn't want to see your head explode)

If you find yourself (at a sudden loss for words)

Say to me just what I said to you

Will you sign my yearbook

Maybe one day we'll look back and we'll see how dumb we were

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I see that look on your face

You don't remember my name

That's okay just give me something it's better than nothing

Write whatever you want

It doesn't have to be clever

You can tell me I'm wonderful

Say we'll be friends forever

See I really don't care

It's just these pages are empty

I'm not all that popular

And I don't ever believe what I read

(But you can write it anyway)

So please don't think too hard (Wouldn't want to see your head explode)

If you find yourself (at a sudden loss for words)

Say to me just what I said to you

Will you sign my yearbook

Maybe one day we'll look back and

we'll see how dumb we were

See how dumb we were

See how dumb we were

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I Feel Ill – ©2000 – Pop Punk – Blink 182 / Bowling For Soup / SR-71 - (19–1–0)

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Style Prompt - Punk

Origin

I wanted to do song about that moment when you realize something really bad is happening... your body goes numb, the blood rushes to your head and you get sweaty and tingly. In some ways this isn’t a punk song, because a true punk wouldn’t care (or would at least pretend not to care) about any of this stuff. But I thought the idea was funny enough for a song, so I did it anyway. The elevator music section always gets people's attention.

Lyrics

I wondered if my car would go a hundred

Screaming down the interstate I,

Didn't see him till the cop was

Pulling out his lights were on

I heard the siren blare

Now I feel a little ill

Ex-girlfriend called to say how are you

We'd just broken up and

Hadn't talked for days, she said

She thought that I should know

She was late and now

I think I feel a little ill

And I can hear my own heart beating

I am sweating through my shirt

I'm having trouble breathing

And starting to get stomach sick

Tried to use my credit card on Tuesday

Surprised I was declined, I hadn't paid the bill, so I

Called up to ask them just exactly what I owed

Now I feel a little ill

Now I feel a little ill

My mouth is drying out

Got a lump caught in my throat

Brain is doing somersaults my

Eyes are crossed and I can't focus

And I've got elevator music... in my head

Bumped some psycho huge guy at a party

He turned around like he was looking for someone to kill, he said

That he would hit me so hard I'd go back in time

Suddenly I feel a little ill

My skin is burning up

The blood is rushing to my face

My back is tingling

The stun is weakening my legs

I miss, I lose, I break, I screw up everything

I am

Feeling a little

I just

Think I'm gonna

I am feeling a little ill

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All About You – ©2001 – Pop Punk – Blink 182 / Bowling For Soup / SR-71 - (18–2–6)

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Style Prompt - pop punk, punk rock, fast punk (180 BPM) USE BASS LINE FROM ORIGINAL SONG

Origin

I wrote a bunch of pop punk songs and decided to put together a band to play them out. So, me and my cousins Al and Ralph started a band called the Strawdaddies and played together for a few years. The concept was high energy fun with some silliness mixed in. "All about you" is simply a song about being with someone who makes everything, no matter what, all about them and just how annoying it can be.

Lyrics

It's never about me

It's never about me

I'm a wreck

Are you messing with my head?

I can't tell I've stopped thinking

You believe

I should give you everything that you need

And then I should thank you

But I'm through

It's never about me

It's never about me, yeah

It's always all about you

You, drag me down and wear me out (you)

You want too much you never stop (you)

I'm fed up, I've had enough (you)

You just go on and on about anything you ever want to do

It's always all about you

It's never about me (all about you)

It's never about me

It's my fault

I let you get away with everything

By now I should know better

You're so smart

You're so sure that you have got the world wrapped round your little finger

And I lose

It's never about me

It's never about me yeah

It's always all about you

You drag me down and wear me out (you)

You want too much you never stop (you)

I'm fed up, I've had enough (you)

You just go on and on about anything you ever want to do

It's always all about you

It's never about me (all about you)

It's never about me

It's always something, (but it's never enough)

You're getting your way, (but it's never enough)

You are relentless, (but it's never enough)

Oh yeah, it's endless

Forget you

You drag me down and wear me out (you)

You want too much you never stop (you)

I'm fed up, I've had enough (you)

You just go on and on about (you)

You drag me down and wear me out (you)

You want too much you never stop (you)

I'm fed up, I've had enough (you)

You just go on and on about anything you ever want to do

It's always all about you

It's never about me all about you

It's never about me all about you

It's never about me all about you

It's never about me

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Breaking My Arm – ©2001 – Pop Punk – Blink 182 / Bowling For Soup / SR-71 - (6–2–5)

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Style Prompt - pop punk with a high-energy, driving feel, Distorted electric guitars play palm-muted power chords in the verses and open, ringing chords in the choruses, A bright, punchy bass guitar follows the root notes of the guitar progression, The drum kit features a prominent snare on beats 2 and 4, with rapid eighth-note hi-hat patterns and frequent crash cymbal accents, Male vocals are delivered with a slightly nasal, melodic punk inflection, occasionally layering into two-part harmonies during the chorus, The tempo is 165 BPM in the key of E Major, The arrangement is dense with a bright, mid-forward mix typical of early 2000s skate punk

Origin

I am one of those people who is always trying to make a joke out of something because there is nothing that I love more than a good laugh. However, most of the time, the ladies we are with don’t think any of it is very funny, and find themselves constantly annoyed. I once had a girl in college say to me,”you are not a very serious person are you?” and I was like what "no kidding what gave it away?" Anyway, as you can imagine, I found my self in trouble most of the time.

Lyrics

Oh dear, was it something I said?

You sneer while kicking me in the leg

It's clear I'm sorely lacking in charm

Ouch honey let go, I think you're breaking my arm

Oh no, was that subject taboo?

Keep low this thing is top secret too

There's no undue cause for alarm

Ouch honey let go, I think you're breaking my arm

Don't scream or make a scene

Please don't make a scene

We'll do this at home, a wink would do the trick

Come on, it's just a joke but no one's laughing

Something tells me that I shouldn't have said that

Can I take it back? I wasn't serious

Come on, are you not talking to me now?

Are you not talking to me now?

Are you not talking to me now?

Open up and insert foot into mouth

I'm stuck I wish I were somewhere else

My luck I've caused irreparable harm

Ouch honey let go, I think you're breaking my arm

This time, you say that I've gone too far

But I don't even know what is wrong

You go calm, so I'm expecting a storm

Ouch honey let go, I think you're breaking my arm

Don't scream or make a scene

Please don't make a scene

We'll do this at home, a wink would do the trick

Come on, it's just a joke but no one's laughing

Something tells me that I shouldn't have said that

Can I take it back? I wasn't serious

Come on, are you not talking to me now?

Are you not talking to me now?

Are you not talking to me now?

I tried, too late the damage is done

I crossed the line, feels like I'm stuck here in hell

I've got the sign, I've been officially warned

Ouch honey let go, I think you're breaking my arm

I think you're breaking my arm

I think you're breaking my arm

Ouch honey let go, I think you're breaking my arm

Ouch honey let go, I think you're breaking my arm

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Suck Up – ©2000 – Pop Punk – Blink 182 / Bowling For Soup / SR-71 - (52–10–9)

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Style Prompt - pop punk

Origin

Not too much to say here. Many people spend most of their lives wondering why they aren't getting the respect that "they deserve." This is their anthem.

Lyrics

No one gives me cool tickets to shows or their box seats

No one tells me how good I look in my new jeans

No one laughs at my jokes or buys me stuff on trips

No one serves me free food in fancy restaurants

'Cause I don't have anything that anybody needs

Still I wish that the world would suck up to me

Suck up to me, suck up to me, suck up to me (yeah)

Suck up to me, suck up to me, suck up to me (yeah)

No one asks me how I am or calls to see if I'm okay

No one helps me get out of the car or carries in my bags

No one hands me cigars or fine wine to butter me up

No one pretends to be interested in hanging on my every word

'Cause I don't know anything that anybody needs

Still I wish that the world would suck up to me

Suck up to me, suck up to me, suck up to me (yeah)

Suck up to me, suck up to me, suck up to me

Suck up, suck up to me (yeah), suck up, suck up to me (yeah)

I’m no, rock star, super model, actor, athlete

I’m no, Einstein, millionaire, president or prince

I’m just, a guy, working hard like everybody else

Lord of, nothing, would you even care if I dropped dead

(Cause) I don’t do anything that anybody needs

Still I think that the world should do some puckering up and

Suck up to me, suck up to me, suck up to me (yeah)

Suck up to me, suck up to me, suck up to me (yeah)

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Wasted Life – ©2001 – Pop Punk – Blink 182 / Bowling For Soup / SR-71 - (22–3–8)

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Style Prompt - Pop punk at 180 BPM in the key of E major, No intro, the song starts at Verse 1, Distorted electric guitars play palm-muted eighth-note power chords in the verses and open, ringing chords in the choruses, A bright, overdriven bass guitar follows the root notes of the guitar progression, The drum kit features a fast punk beat with a driving snare on beats 2 and 4, rapid hi-hat eighth notes, and frequent crash cymbal accents, Male vocals are delivered with a nasal, melodic punk inflection, featuring layered harmonies during the chorus

Origin

This is probably sonically the least punk song of the album, but theme-wise it’s pretty right on. I just always found it weird that many people think there is a "right" path that everyone must follow, and if you don’t follow it then there must be something wrong with you. My feeling is that everyone is on their own journey so who are you to say what I should or shouldn’t be doing. The ironic part is that it is usually the people who are judging you and telling you what you should be doing, and insisting you be more like them, that are the most miserable of all.

Lyrics

I never said that one day I would be the president

You don't believe that I'll amount to much of anything

But I've had enough, your perfect world is so completely f@#!

And who has the time to worry doesn't matter anyway

I'm gone, my head's in the clouds and I'm always on the run

You say, don't waste your life, you're throwing it all away

You say that I'm confused and the problem is my lousy attitude

You don't understand, cause you're no fun and a drag to be around

So I'll just ride the wave and I really don't care what the neighbors say

I may be going nowhere, but the road trip is the best part in the end

I'm gone, my head's in the clouds and I'm always on the run

You say, don't waste your life, you're throwing it all away

Don't preach to me

Guitar Solo

Look at yourself, maybe you're the one that needs the help

You did what you were told, you traded in your brain and sold your soul

You got what you wished for, now you're not sure you want it anymore

So if you're really winning, why am I much happier than you?

You're gone, your tie's too tight and your world is not your own

I say, don't waste your life, you're throwing it all away

I'm gone, I'm all wound out and I'm always on the run

You say, don't waste your life, you're throwing it all away

You're throwing it all away

You're throwing it all away

You're throwing it all away

You're throwing it all away

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Mind Of It's Own – ©2001 – Pop Punk – Blink 182 / Bowling For Soup / SR-71 - (21–3–12)

21 renders / 3 versions used in Pro Tools / added 12 tracks / 10 BV demo 1 Strat demo 1 LP demo

Style Prompt - Pop punk, Distorted electric guitars, electric bass, and a drum kit with prominent crash cymbals and a driving snare, Male vocals with a bright, slightly nasal tone characteristic of the genre, 180 BPM, 4/4 time signature, The guitars use palm-muted power chords in the verses and open, sustained chords in the choruses, The bass follows the guitar root notes with a picked attack, The drums feature rapid eighth-note hi-hat patterns and frequent fills, The arrangement is dense with layered vocal harmonies in the chorus

Origin

I always thought it was crazy how a few drinks and some hormones could so drastically change someone’s personality. It’s a real Jekyll and Hyde situation that I felt needed a song. I was going for an idea similar to the hormone monster in the Netflix show Big Mouth. I wanted to do a song that was a dialogue between a calm, rational voice in the verses and the hormone monster in the Chorus. Through the song, the rational voice is trying to put a leash on the beast that keeps trying to break free. I’m not sure if the song has aged well because I don’t know if people will see this as the satire it was meant to be, or just mindlessly pigeonhole it as toxic masculinity.

Lyrics

I know, but tell me what can I say

It's not right, but he'll just go do it anyway

I guess the goggles are on, he wants it now

That thing he's got a mind of his own

He does exactly what he wants to do

You're looking at me, I'm looking at you

Okay, she's pretty hot

But how the hell can you think we even have a shot?

Oh well, I've got nothing to lose

I'll keep drinking and I'll leave all the driving to you

He's in the flow, he's running the show again

That little Napoleon

I'm gonna get you home, I yi, yi, yi

Am so in the zone, I'm gonna get you out of your clothes

Do you want to see what I've got?

I gotta tell you it's hard to stand here making all this small talk

I've got one thing on the brain, can I tell you girl? I can't

Go home, the night is still young, it's only two

And he's just getting started up

Any luck, I'll win in the end

You can do it alone, but it's more fun with a friend

I'm all wound up, I'll just say anything

Don't blame it on me, blame it on him

I'm gonna get you home, I yi, yi, yi

Am so in the zone, I'm gonna get you out of those clothes

Do you want to see what I've got?

I gotta tell you it's hard to stand here making all this small talk

I've got one thing on the brain, can I tell you girl

You blow me away

Oh no, not the boss’s wife

Oh no, not the girlfriend’s sister

Her boyfriend could kick my head in

Are you, trying to get me in trouble

Oh no, No, I think we’re related

Oh no, Please are you kidding me - not that

You’ve got no soul, You’re out of control

Looks like you’ve taken over

Come on and put your hat on

Come on and put your, favorite hat on

Come on and put your hat on

Come on and put your, favorite hat on

Cause, I'm gonna get you home, I yi, yi, yi

Am so in the zone, I'm gonna get you out of those clothes

Do you want to see what I've got?

I gotta tell you it's hard to stand here making all this small talk

I've got one thing on the brain, can I tell you girl

You blow me away

Can I tell you girl? You blow me away

Can I tell you girl? You blow me away

Can I tell you girl? You blow me away

Can I tell you girl? You blow me away

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