| Now I feel it necessary to remind you, my friend
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| That splittin' with your girl ain’t the most earth-shaking event
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| This planet’s seen in recent history
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| So I suggest that you can it and hand the mic to me
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| Now I feel it necessary to remind you, my friend
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| That splittin' with your girl ain’t the most earth-shaking event
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| This planet’s seen in recent history
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| So I suggest that you can it aim the camera at me
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| Cex got his heart broke, can you believe that?
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| I’ve got the pieces to prove it, but this track’ll be my gluestick
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| An album on my shelf that’ll tell me what I really need to hear
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| It’s all the same, all rage, all tears
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| And It’d be nice to pump my fist, shout 'Bitch!' |
| and feel great
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| But I just can’t relate
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| I like girls, they’re the one thing that makes this life worth livin'
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| So we ought to stop singing this stale regurgitation of dismiss
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| Today it all changed, you see I broke up with my girl
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| But I’ma right a party jam and dedicate it to her
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| Don’t think for a minute I’m out to fake sensitive
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| You can kill me if you see me on some lily-faced shit
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| I’m just sick of the same self-righteous regret
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| I’m snatching mics and guitars from the whiny and redundant
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| Catch the blunt end of the role model’s brutal honesty
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| Don’t wallow in their mess depressed, follow me
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| Now I feel it necessary to remind you, my friend
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| That splittin' with your girl ain’t the most earth-shaking event
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| This planet’s seen in recent history
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| So I suggest that you can it and hand the mic to me
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| Now I feel it necessary to remind you, my friend
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| That splittin' with your girl ain’t the most earth-shaking event
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| This planet’s seen in recent history
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| So I suggest that you can it aim the camera at me
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| Middle finger to the indie rock singer
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| Middle finger to the wack MC
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| Middle finger to the uncreative underground
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| And a sack of middle fingers to y’all on MTV
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| Middle finger to the indie rock singer
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| Middle finger to the wack MC
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| Middle finger to the uncreative underground
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| Now some sucks claim that their lyrically superior
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| Writing Cex off cause they say I’m not serious
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| Yeah, you might use a few more syllabyles
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| But you’re singing about the exact same shit Britney Spears is
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| So hear this, I represent the average music listener
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| You’ve been bringin' us down, and now we’re all pissed at ya
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| I’m takin' your crowns and handin' 'em out on the corner
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| To little kids sick of being tormented and bordered
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| I’m not gonna cry cause my girl and I split
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| I’m gonna be psyched that our lives even ever mixed
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| And that I didn’t let the artist living in my headphones
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| Turn me bitter and cliche, ridiculous and emo
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| Oh no, au contraire my brother
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| Your mind sings precisely your problem with others
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| Because the five bisexual hang-ups are out
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| Sexual phone ringing off the hook, that’s what it’s about
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| Now I feel it necessary to remind you, my friend
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| That splittin' with your girl ain’t the most earth-shaking event
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| This planet’s seen in recent history
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| So I suggest that you can it and hand the mic to me
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| Now I feel it necessary to remind you, my friend
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| That splittin' with your girl ain’t the most earth-shaking event
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| This planet’s seen in recent history
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| So I suggest that you can it aim the camera at me
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| Now I feel it necessary to remind you, my friend
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| That splittin' with your girl ain’t the most earth-shaking event
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| This planet’s seen in recent history
|
| So I suggest that you can it and hand the mic to me
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| Now I feel it necessary to remind you, my friend
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| That splittin' with your girl ain’t the most earth-shaking event
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| This planet’s seen in recent history
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| So I suggest that you can
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| Shut the fuck up, please! |