| What are we supposed to be? |
| Like them, what are we supposed to do?
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| I gonna live my life the way I like and the way I really want to
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| I’m gonna always stick my trick, no matter how many tries
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| I’m gonna go out being remembered but I’m to young to die
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| Sub-Noize rats, always up to no good
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| We’re misunderstood, no one thought that we could
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| Everyday a holiday skatin' in the street
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| Runnin' from the police, they never let up be
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| We got kids' in the superb kids in the city
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| The neighbors all hate us because they think we dress filthy
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| Livin' in the fast lane, I’m livin' for the moment
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| My times running out and I don’t think I could stop it
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| Livin' in the gutter, wakin' up in the streets
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| They treat us like shit, like we have a disease
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| I don’t want to be like them, go shoppin' at the malls
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| I wanna smoke my weed, skate all day and drink beers in my yard |