Riot Nrrrd
Album - Super Mercado
this song goes out to all the ones with coke bottle glasses
To all you lonely kids who were the last picked in gym class
We got your back,
Are you up with the fact?
You're never gonna catch us.
Get up, get up
Cause we're fed up, fed up
Try to rise and keep your head up,
Head up
Leave the kinging to kong,
We'll be singin the song
Bring it on,
Bring it on,
Bring it on
It's a sentimental journey,
Presenting sentiments of resentments that will burn me.
Unearthing our sharp knives turning slowly blunt.
My role is to unfold so I gotta face the front.
I used to spend my days,
Dazed and confused.
Sixteen year underdog
Still dawning underoos.
Sorry bout my style
I know my flow sounds used,
Depicted and directed
By the likes of john huges.
We recycle recitles of enemies and idols.
Unscrawled in the hall like anthony michael
I lack plan or title just one of the boys.
On islands and islands of misfit toys.
Get up, get up
Cause we're fed up, fed up
Try to rise and keep your head up,
Head up
Leave the kinging to kong,
We'll be singin the song
Bring it on,
Bring it on,
Bring it on
My field of dreams was a parking lot,
With hot shots doing doughnuts
Pissin off the grownups.
Me on the side
Writing unrequited love letters,
That I would send
To my imaginary girlfriend.
I had to pretend cuz
I never played football,
The kid drafted last
Pick at the wall.
To ease the monotony
Of everybody mockin me,
Spend time
Tootin rhymes like botany.
Now what I wanna be -
What you wanna be?
To be famous,
I claim this
Try to gain this.
But sometimes it's haneous
The way the shameless
Surround me like they're tryin to drown me.
I'm lookin for all intelligent life forms
I'm lookin for a blip on the screen.
So I can reach out and touch somebody,
Anybody,
Everybody.
This song goes out to all the ones with coke bottle glasses
To all you lonely kids
Who were the last picked in gym class
We got your back,
Are you up with the fact?
You're never gonna catch us.
Get up,
Get up
Cause we're fed up,
Fed up
Try to rise and keep your head up,
Head up
Leave the kinging to kong,
We'll be singin the song
Bring it on,
Bring it on,
Bring it on
Added 09/29/2011
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