This song goes out to those with coke bottle glasses
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To all you lonely kids who were the last picked in gym classes
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We got your back - destracted malofactors
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Are you up with the fact, unite like Thundercats
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Get up get up, cause we're fed up fed up
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Try to rise and keep our head up head up
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Leave the kinging to Kong, we'll be singing our song
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Bring it on, bring it on bring it on
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It's a sentimental journey,
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presenting sentiments of resentments that'll burn me
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Unearthing our sharp knives slowly turing blunt
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My road is to unfold so I gotta face the front
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I used to spend my days, dazed and confused,
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Sixteen year underdog still donning underoos
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Sorry Busta, I know my flow sounds used
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Scripted and directed by the likes of John Hughes
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Recycled recitals of enemies and idols
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All scrawled in the hall, like Anthony Michael
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I lack land and title just one of the boys
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On islands and islands of Misfit Toys
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Get up get up, cause we're fed up fed up
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Try to rise and keep our head up head up
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Leave the kinging to Kong, we'll be singing our song
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Bring it on bring it on bring it on
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Come on, get up get up cause we're fed up fed up
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Try to rise and keep our head up head up
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Leave the kinging to Kong, we'll be singing our song
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Bring it on bring it on bring it on
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My field of dreams was a parking lot
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With hot shots doing donuts
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pissing off the grownups
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Me on the side writting unrequited love letters
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That I would send to my imaginary girl friend
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I had to pretend cause I never played football
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The kid drafted last pick at the roll call
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To ease the monotomy of everybody mocking me
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Spare time to tend rhymes like botany
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Now what I want to be?
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What you wanna be?
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Maybe famous
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I claim this
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Try to gain this
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But sometimes it heinous the way the shameless
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surround me like a tide they'll drown me
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I'm looking for intelligent life forms
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I'm looking for a club off the street
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So I can reach out and touch somebody
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anybody, everybody
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This song goes out to those with coke bottle glasses
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To all you lonely kids who were the last picked in gym classes
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We got your back distracted malofactors
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Are you up with the fact, unite like Thundercats
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Get up get up, cause we're fed up fed up
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Try to rise and keep our head up head up
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Leave the kinging to Kong we'll be singing our song
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Bring it on bring it on bring it on
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Riot Nrrrd
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2 Skinnee J's |