One. I'm tripping literally, I should be dish washing
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'Cause I got bowlegged knees and often they be crossing
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Go ahead and ask my bosses, they'll tell you that I'm clumsy
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I'll probably fall into your fist so you don't have to punch me.
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Two. I'm vegetarian so I don't want no beef
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You've lost expensive jewelry, I've lost my crooked teeth
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I sing in church choir, my daddy is a reverend
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I tried to be a gangsta but my curfew was eleven
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Three. I drive my Vespa through the streets and wear my helmet proud
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I do my homework every night then come to this rowdy crowd
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I signed a full-on battle, filled in all the basics
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But when they saw it was me, they put me on the waiting list
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Four. I run from bullies in the streets, I don't know how to fight
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I don't throw lefts or rights I just slap, sprint, and write
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I'm skinny, all scrawny arms and a tiny chest
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Shoot I could hide behind that pole if I just hold my breath
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Five. My apron looks like a dress
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I could twirl around like a pretty princess
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I'm not a busboy, I'm a waitress
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But I can't get the drink right, taste test
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Let me find who's around, those your guests
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My hand got sweaty and I lost my grip
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My shoes don't fit, they hand me down
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From the Salvation Army right downtown
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When I walk into the room, the lights go down
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I'm so ugly, mom won't hug me
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And that's to tell you about it
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I'm beating myself, something you couldn't do
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Self Defeat
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| Tyler James Williams |
