Founds total 4 songs
Picking On Me
I saw a weird boy. He looked at me with a look of pure hate. Nobody knew all the grief. Where he'd been. He was a sad boy. He was a victim of a dirty good time.
Pickin On Me
I saw a weird boy. He looked at me with a look of pure hate. Nobody knew all the grief. Where he'd been. He was a sad boy. He was a victim of a dirty good time.
It Takes Blood & Guts To Be This Cool, But I'm Still Just A Cliche
Save me from critical acclaim. Save my smile it's too cracked from fame. Wish me well with my fantasy. Feel my arrogance with your sanity. . Wash me, oh, so painfully clean.
Intellectualise My Blackness
I hit him with a piece of his philosophy. Anglo-Saxon muck in his type of greed. What did he do to deserve such hate. (He tried to) intellectualise my blackness.
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