Viola Formula

V-I-O-L-A. V-I-O-L-A. V-I-O-L-A. V-I-O-L-A. Uh,

yeah, uh. The girl next door always played the part.

A violin for a heart, a dream torn apart. Played a concert

hall then chilled with my peeps. With bass in my chest and my pain urgent

to be. Then the light burns out, I'm left alone to find a

way. Mm. Climbing higher when the tides rolling in stay.

So I took my old bow and I mixed it with new. Classical

playing on an 808 groove. They whisper, "She's chained" as if I owed