| Geek, fag, stupid loser, find a rope to hang
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| I’m not bipolar, see I’m just known by those couple names
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| I wanna tell my pops but shit, he’ll probably say the same
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| Fuck…
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| Hated by everyone, that’s the way it seems
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| I don’t know what’s shorter, his damn temper or my self-esteem
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| I sit in my room and I listen to tunes, I’m amused alone
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| Cause none of the cool kids would let me join a team
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| Depression’s on the stalk again
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| My best friend’s an inhaler because it will not let me cough
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| Whenever I am losing oxygen, bully hand around my neck
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| Cause he felt disrespected when I decided to talk again
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| I brought that on myself, see I should know my place
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| But not at lunchtime, see I know better than to show my face
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| Around them, but the day I do it’ll be everywhere
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| When I share these feelings finally they gon' fucking care
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| Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots
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| Crash a couple-
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| Gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers
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| Odd Future hooligans causing up a ruckus
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| It’s us, nigga
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| I said it’s us, nigga
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| Murder, murder, m-murder the last they heard of you
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| Was when I… «uh» with all them burners, you
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| Think that I’m some punk bullied bitch who ain’t gon' trouble you
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| Well, I’m gonna burst your bubble two times if you don’t mind
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| Umm «Who are you again?» |
| I’m Samuel and that’s Tyler
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| We came to get wild and style in these trench coats!
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| Don’t start asking what’s packing in these trench coats!
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| Just know if you start acting, I’m grabbing for these trench coats!
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| My step-father called me a fag
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| I’ll show him a fag, and I’ll light a fire up in his ass
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| And recently them assholes been fucking with me in class
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| So I’ma keep them muhfuckers there and make sure they pass huh
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| My prom date, she dismissed my offer
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| So I’mma her and toss her in the principal’s office
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| (Tyler, I’ll go with you)
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| Oh, now you wanna conversate with me try to be my friend? |
| (Where are my parents
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| at?-) Don’t worry, you’ll probably never see them again
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| Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots
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| Crash a couple-
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| Gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers
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| Odd Future hooligans causing up a ruckus
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| It’s us, nigga
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| I said it’s us, nigga
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| Bum bum bum bum bum
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| Bum bum bum bum bum
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| Bum. |
| bum. |
| bum. |
| burumrumrumrum bum bum bum
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| Bum bum bumbumbumbum, hehe
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| We are the Sams, and we’re dead -- it’s just four of us
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| We come in peace, we mean no harm, and we’re inglorious
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| We took their heads but we just took back what they took from us
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| I guess we lost ours
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| Music had nothing to do with my final decision
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| I just really wanted somebody to come pay me attention
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| But nobody would listen, but stuffed animals that I had
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| Since I was a kid but I’m growing up so they’re missing
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| I didn’t mean to hurt anybody, I’m sorry
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| I wouldn’t hurt a fly or consider joining the Army
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| I’m hardly ever angry, Roger Rabbit framed me
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| Momma I’m the same fucking kid that you made, see?
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| I don’t wanna go to jail, I just wanna go home
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| And I want them fucking kids at school to just leave me alone
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| And I… I hear helicopters, make ‘em dip
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| I’m fucking reloaded -- I told you all that I ain’t taking shit
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| You better back up before this Mac start to lift up
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| I’ll pump it like my inhaler when asthma begin to act up
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| The difference between us and our class is tan khakis
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| I got 99 problems and all of them’s being happy |