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hey, elitists from L.A.: Los Angeles, CA |
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you know who you are. you drive in fancy cars. your allowance exceeds my rent. listen to what i have to say, remind |
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yourselves every day. 'cos theres a message on the way |
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well first of all, **** your ****ing attitudes. how can you be so ****ing rude. you ****ing look at me like when girls are |
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jealous. and **** your ****ing L.A. bars, you're all a bunch of wannabe superstars. yea, **** your ****ing act, you're a |
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bunch of dressed up ****ing rats. you get anything you want, mommy's dressed up ****ing runt. you're ****ing lounging in |
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daddy's ****ing mansion. and all your ****ing stupid names, blair and tatus that's ****ing lame. z.a.c. does not spell zack, |
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what the **** is with all that? |
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you think you're so ****ing impressive, if you get your name on a ****ing guest list, raise your nose to the people in |
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line, give the doorman a ****ing high five. |
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and they go: do my shoes match my shirt? does the shirt clash with my pants? do my pants match my eyes? do my eyes look |
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good tonight? will this place be cool enough? your hair looks oh so tough. this looks so good for us. tonight my moneys |
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gunna buy me love. |
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and **** all of your deceiving what your fake heart fake ****ing bleeding. and all the girls you lay on your mat, are the |
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same girls you ****ing laugh at. and **** your ****ing fake ass world, and all your handed out ****ing thrills. some of us |
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we have to work hard, just to get our little part. and maybe your clan is not in boston, but my friends are ****ing awesome. |
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and we'll keep on doing our best, even though our lives are a mess. |
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and we go: will this check support this tour? will this tour lose my job? without my job, where's the rent? should we all |
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just call it quits? a dinner date sure costs a lot. when 28 bucks is all you got. and your life is at a stop. and all your |
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dreams are all self-taught. |
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And this is the difference between our lives. no wonder tonight you feel alright. and i'm sorry if my mind is occupied, i'm |
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trying to forget to wonder why. |
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we're built up from nothing. i'm trying to forget to wonder why. |