| I’m goth as fuck
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| Even when I’m not in black
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| Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that’s on your back
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| Don’t give a fuck about the fun you make of me
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| I’m not the type to play your role so get the fuck away from me
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| You make me sick
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| And all I was was just a kid who picked a flaw in all I did
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| And go and make me feel like shit
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| I swear to god
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| You have no clue to how I live
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| To foster care, abused as kids
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| Playing under my desk, a comic book in my bed
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| I got fuck with Emily Strange
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| And I got pins in my bag
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| I’m Wednesday Adams to you basic ass hoes
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| Marilyn Manson to you corny ass bros
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| I was sleeping in the cemetery
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| Kinda cute, a little scary
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| Goth as fuck
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| A little Carrie
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| You don’t know shit about me
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| You go assume and doubt me
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| I’m just like Ginger Foutley
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| The world was born of innies
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| And I was born an outie
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| You gonna see a side of me that you’ve never seen
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| My mind is kinda sick, and my jokes a little mean
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| Just a little gorey, like a bloody fucking spleen
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| I been hanging out with prostitutes and fiends
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| I’m goth as fuck, even when I’m not in black
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| Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that’s on your back
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| And I don’t give a fuck about the fun you make of me
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| I’m not the type to play your role
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| So get the fuck away from me
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| You make me sick
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| And all I was was just a kid who picked a flaw in all I did
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| And go and make me feel like shit
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| I swear to god
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| You have no clue to how I live
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| To foster care, abused as kids
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| I just landed from another planet
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| And I think it’s time to start the madness
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| Stupid hungry boy I’m famished
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| Take a plate of food, if moms is asking
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| I’m in the project chilling with my boys
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| I’m talking grown ass men who play with toys
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| Mom’s asleep don’t make a noise
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| Extracurriculars is having sex and smoking weed
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| Stealing clothes and climbing trees
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| Hustling kids and buying peas
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| Duane Reade, stole the triple C’s
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| Tripping hard I try to breathe
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| Tripping hard I go to sleep
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| It’s a dirty game, and I’m nobody’s fool
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| I’d rather be myself, pretend I’m fucking cool
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| I’d rather be at home, than party where there’s hate
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| People making fun of me while smiling in my face
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| I’m a nice kid
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| And the world ain’t
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| Got the knapsack, and a fat sack
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| Said I’m gonna quit today
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| Ha ha, fat chance
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| And at first glance, I’m so small and cute
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| Haven’t seen me puking drunk, on my own shoes
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| I’m a big slob, I got a big job
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| I know who I am
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| I’m a real hug
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| I’m goth as fuck, even when I’m not in black
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| Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that’s on your back
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| And I don’t give a fuck about the fun you make of me
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| I’m not the type to play your role
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| So get the fuck away from me
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| You make me sick
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| And all I was was just a kid who picked a flaw in all I did
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| And go and make me feel like shit
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| I swear to god
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| You have no clue to how I live
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| To foster care, abused as kids
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| Yellow cab, yellow bag
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| Little sad, copped a bag and took a drag
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| Dwelling on the things I had
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| Things I lost, paid the cost
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| Acting stupid now I’m tossed
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| I didn’t mean to be mean or act obscene
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| I know you’ve had enough of me
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| Don’t blame you every time you run away from me
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| A monster, see?
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| A monster I’ve come to be
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| I’m a bad kid
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| Fucking rancid
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| Burn like acid, Manson, Charlie
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| I am the class clown, everybody’s favorite asshole
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| Unreliable, plagiarized, I am liable
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| It’s undeniable
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| Maniacal, I really am
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| Manipulative, all my teachers are frustrated |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Goth Kid , by - Princess Nokia. Song from the album 1992 Deluxe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп