| Small town baby, got his knickers in a twist
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| Doesn’t like the way that this curse leaves my lips
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| Fuck what you think, I’m not trying to impress you
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| I’ll probably just upset you, you’re tryna' be your best you
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| Suited and booted, but got no money
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| Tryna' act a grownup, now that’s pretty funny
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| I thought I’d have it worked out and I’d be making plenty
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| I’m feeling pretty empty, this attitudes expensive
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| Take a trip and you might find…
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| Let’s make this public, let’s take it outside
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| Put down your small-talk and teach me to fight
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| Let’s make this personal, stop wasting my time
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| Get out my way, I’m sick of being polite
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| Caught in the mirror, can’t recognise your face
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| Trying too hard, yeah it’s gonna make you age
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| Walk into the room, everybody looks the same
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| I’m so tired of this place, yeah
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| Why you scared of change, yeah?
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| Too many photos and not enough friends
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| Waiting on the next fad on the next trend
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| Posers in the hall and they clogging up the stairways
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| Working on their bitch face
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| Come on baby, let’s play!
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| Let’s make this public, let’s take it outside
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| Put down your small-talk and teach me to fight
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| Let’s make this personal, stop wasting my time
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| Get out my way, I’m sick of being polite
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| And it’s all I seem to see
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| And it’s all you seem to know
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| Bet you’re itching to find out
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| Where the party’s gonna go
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| So you turn up at my door
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| But you don’t know anyone
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| And the party’s over now
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| Can’t you see you’re on your own?
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| Let’s make this public, let’s take it outside
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| Put down your small-talk and teach me to fight
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| Let’s make this personal, stop wasting my time
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| Get out my way, I’m sick of being polite
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| Oooh, oooh
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| Oooh, oooh
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| Oooh, oooh
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| Oooh, ooh oooh |