#ava max

Everything inside you is dark and twisted?

Buddy, its okay to be different

A parody of "Rumors" as performed by Ava Max

Parody number: 3,529

We all have our limits. Especially since there's a big difference between "cutting leaves" and "yeeting an entire-ass tree".

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Pruner, pruner, prune, pruner (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), pruner, prune Pruner, pruner, prune, pruner (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), pruner, prune

You've got a lot of trees that are a sight (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I don't mean that in a good way, alright (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)? If you don't mind the price, I can make it look nice Trim the bad off, it won't take a real long time (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) But that's all I can do, make 'em real neat, pristine Can make 'em fine-tuned, "yank it all" seems crazy

I'm just a pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, prune Pruner, pruner, pruner, just a little cuttin', cuttin's all I can do Pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, prune Pruner, pruner, pruner, just a little cuttin', cuttin's all I'll give you

Branches off, the rest form a new shape, ho-oh-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) That's the most, I fear, can't relocate, can't relocate (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And I know you'll say "Surely you can trim it more 'Til it's all gone, right? All trimmed away, all trimmed away" (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) That's not how it works, dude, know it may seem crazy I just have small tools, stump will still be there, see

I'm just a pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, prune Pruner, pruner, pruner, just a little cuttin', cuttin's what I can do Pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, prune Pruner, pruner, pruner, just a little cuttin', cuttin's my gift for you

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (pruner) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (pruner) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (pruner) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (pruner)

I say a gift for you but it won't be that cheap Even more if you keep askin' me more, please

I'm just a pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, prune Pruner, pruner, pruner, just a little cuttin', cuttin's all I can do Pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, prune Pruner, pruner, pruner, just a little cuttin', cuttin's all I'll give you

Oh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (pruner) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (I'm just a pruner, pruner, pruner) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (pruner) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (pruner, pruner, pruner)

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É mais fácil o místico existir do que o capitalismo acabar. Onde vocês acham que as sereias estariam? Sem ser em contratos do moedor de carne da indústria musical, no cinismo dos tribunais ou guiando a onda de um surfista mediano?

O mundo aplaude o homem no topo, sem ver a energia que ela gasta só para pagar os remédios que a mantêm viva. As sereias reais já estão no palco e ele consome cada uma delas até o osso. Se parece exagero, olhem para a Britney Spears e Demi Lovato...

Ele aplaudiu o espetáculo, lucrou milhões e, quando elas colapsaram sob a pressão extrema da sobrevivência, entre overdoses e a perda da própria liberdade jurídica, a sociedade aponta o dedo e as chamam de loucas.

O sistema pune a inovação e descarta o talento no primeiro deslize. Fizeram isso com Bionic de Aguilera e fazem hoje com Ava Max, tratada como máquina de hits no primeiro álbum e deixada de lado pela gravadora quando o segundo não entregou um Top 50 imediato.

Sugaram a identidade de Marina no Electra Heart e ridicularizaram Gaga no ARTPOP até ela adoecer. O pop ama a voz das mulheres, desde que engravatados fiquem com o controle, com o topo e com o lucro. Já elas... Bom, elas cantam para não morrerem.

- Milena