Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goth Kid, artist - Princess Nokia. Album song 1992 Deluxe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rough Trade
Song language: English
Goth Kid |
| I’m goth as fuck |
| Even when I’m not in black |
| Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that’s on your back |
| Don’t give a fuck about the fun you make of me |
| I’m not the type to play your role so get the fuck away from me |
| You make me sick |
| And all I was was just a kid who picked a flaw in all I did |
| And go and make me feel like shit |
| I swear to god |
| You have no clue to how I live |
| To foster care, abused as kids |
| Playing under my desk, a comic book in my bed |
| I got fuck with Emily Strange |
| And I got pins in my bag |
| I’m Wednesday Adams to you basic ass hoes |
| Marilyn Manson to you corny ass bros |
| I was sleeping in the cemetery |
| Kinda cute, a little scary |
| Goth as fuck |
| A little Carrie |
| You don’t know shit about me |
| You go assume and doubt me |
| I’m just like Ginger Foutley |
| The world was born of innies |
| And I was born an outie |
| You gonna see a side of me that you’ve never seen |
| My mind is kinda sick, and my jokes a little mean |
| Just a little gorey, like a bloody fucking spleen |
| I been hanging out with prostitutes and fiends |
| I’m goth as fuck, even when I’m not in black |
| Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that’s on your back |
| And I don’t give a fuck about the fun you make of me |
| I’m not the type to play your role |
| So get the fuck away from me |
| You make me sick |
| And all I was was just a kid who picked a flaw in all I did |
| And go and make me feel like shit |
| I swear to god |
| You have no clue to how I live |
| To foster care, abused as kids |
| I just landed from another planet |
| And I think it’s time to start the madness |
| Stupid hungry boy I’m famished |
| Take a plate of food, if moms is asking |
| I’m in the project chilling with my boys |
| I’m talking grown ass men who play with toys |
| Mom’s asleep don’t make a noise |
| Extracurriculars is having sex and smoking weed |
| Stealing clothes and climbing trees |
| Hustling kids and buying peas |
| Duane Reade, stole the triple C’s |
| Tripping hard I try to breathe |
| Tripping hard I go to sleep |
| It’s a dirty game, and I’m nobody’s fool |
| I’d rather be myself, pretend I’m fucking cool |
| I’d rather be at home, than party where there’s hate |
| People making fun of me while smiling in my face |
| I’m a nice kid |
| And the world ain’t |
| Got the knapsack, and a fat sack |
| Said I’m gonna quit today |
| Ha ha, fat chance |
| And at first glance, I’m so small and cute |
| Haven’t seen me puking drunk, on my own shoes |
| I’m a big slob, I got a big job |
| I know who I am |
| I’m a real hug |
| I’m goth as fuck, even when I’m not in black |
| Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that’s on your back |
| And I don’t give a fuck about the fun you make of me |
| I’m not the type to play your role |
| So get the fuck away from me |
| You make me sick |
| And all I was was just a kid who picked a flaw in all I did |
| And go and make me feel like shit |
| I swear to god |
| You have no clue to how I live |
| To foster care, abused as kids |
| Yellow cab, yellow bag |
| Little sad, copped a bag and took a drag |
| Dwelling on the things I had |
| Things I lost, paid the cost |
| Acting stupid now I’m tossed |
| I didn’t mean to be mean or act obscene |
| I know you’ve had enough of me |
| Don’t blame you every time you run away from me |
| A monster, see? |
| A monster I’ve come to be |
| I’m a bad kid |
| Fucking rancid |
| Burn like acid, Manson, Charlie |
| I am the class clown, everybody’s favorite asshole |
| Unreliable, plagiarized, I am liable |
| It’s undeniable |
| Maniacal, I really am |
| Manipulative, all my teachers are frustrated |