| I was raised by a mom
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| Who told me I should never listen to another voice
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| But my own
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| Now I’ve grown up, now I know
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| That when I’m tryna be myself it isn’t so simple
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| Anymore
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| Some days I wake up I just wanna hide under the covers
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| 'Cause no matter what I do I’ll never be like all the others
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| I’m a little O.D.D
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| Most people really don’t get me
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| I’m the girl in the back of the class
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| Blank stare, don’t care, don’t ask
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| I’m a little O.D.D
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| And I see the way they look at me
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| I can hear it when they talk that trash
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| Saying «Any minute she gon' crack»
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| Ooh
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| My sister, bless her heart
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| She was the only one who had my back when everyone
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| Else did not
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| Looking back, it’s crazy
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| I almost turned into the person people told me I
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| I should be
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| Some days I wake up I just wanna hide under the covers
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| 'Cause no matter what I do I’ll never be like all the others
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| Because…
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| I’m a little O.D.D
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| Most people really don’t get me
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| I’m the girl in the back of the class
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| Pink hair but I’m wearing all black
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| I’m a little O.D.D
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| And I see the way they look at me
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| I can hear it when they talk that trash
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| Saying «Any minute she gon' crack»
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| I’m a little O.D.D
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| Most people really don’t get me
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| I’m the girl in the back of the class
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| I break hearts, die young, live fast
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| I’m a little O.D.D
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| Most people really don’t get me
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| I’m the girl in the back of the class
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| Fuck bitches, get money, blow cash
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| I’m a little O.D.D
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| And I see the way they look at me
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| I can hear it when they talk that trash
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| Saying «Any minute she gon' crack» |