Oh Boy, you got no style Oh girl, you got style It's all good You got no style And that's good You got no style Born into the void You never had a choice On weekly trips to town The wagon got weighed down With food and water We got no room for starving artists Change your tone And change your clothes Here's the decisions you have for me It's either pretentious or mad corny I could just sit in the shade Living on minimum wage Sip lemonade and drip morphine All sales are final You're doing fine and Living life just like you should And know that it's all good You got no style And that's good You got no style Oh my god We're all imposters Pics of every place Copy that and then paste Oh my god We're all imposters Pics of every place Copy that and then paste Oh my god We're all imposters Pics of every place Copy that and then paste Oh my god We're all imposters Pics of every place Copy that and then paste