Riot Nrrrd

2 Skinnee J's

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    This song goes out to those with coke bottle glasses
    To all you lonely kids who were the last picked in gym classes
    We got your back,
    Detract your malefactors
    All you up in the back
    Unite like Thundercats
    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 archives of sharp knives turning blood.
    My road is to unfold so i gotta Face the front.
    I used to spend my days,
    Dazed and Confused.
    Sixteen year underdog
    Still donning underroo's
    Sorry Busta, i know my flow sounds used,
    Written and directed
    by the likes of John Huges.
    Recycled recitles of enemies and idols.
    Unscrawled in the hall like Anthony Michael
    I lack land 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
    Even the king of the kong,
    We'll be singin the song
    Bring it on,
    Bring it on,
    Bring it on

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    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 out the roll call
    To ease the monotony
    of everybody mockin me,
    I spent time
    to tend rhymes like botany.
    Now what i wanna be -
    What you wanna be?
    Maybe famous,
    I claim this
    try to gain this.

    But sometimes it's haneous
    the way the shameless
    Surround me like a tide 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 those with coke bottle glasses
    To all you lonely kids
    who were the last picked in gym classes
    We got your back,
    Detract your malefactors
    Cause all you up in the back
    Unite like Thundercats!

    Get up,
    Get up
    cause we're
    fed up,
    fed up
    Try to rise and keep your head up,
    head up
    Even king of the kong,
    We'll be singin the song
    Bring it on,
    Bring it on,
    Bring it on

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    Composición: J. Johnson, Nigel Green, Andy Markham y Eddie Cisneros

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