Goth Kid

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Goth Kid

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[Chorus] I'm goth as fuck, even when I'm not in black Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that's on your back Don't give a fuck about the fun you make of me I'm not the type to play your role so get the fuck away from me You make me sick and all I was was just a kid You picked a flaw in all I did and go and make me feel like shit I swear to God, you have no clue to how I lived In foster care, abused as kids [Verse 1] Playing under my desk, a comic book in my bed I fuck with Emily Strange and I got pins in my bag I'm Wednesday Addams to you basic ass hoes Marilyn Manson to you corny ass bros I was sleepin' in the cemetery Kinda cute, a little scary, goth as fuck, a little Carrie You don't know shit about me You go assume and doubt me, I'm just like Ginger Foutley The world was born of innies, and I was born an outie You gonna see a side of me that you've never seen My mind is kinda sick, and my jokes a little mean Just a little gory, like a bloody fuckin' spleen I been hangin' out with prostitutes and fiends [Chorus] I'm goth as fuck, even when I'm not in black (goth as fuck) Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that's on your back (The clothes that's on your back) I don't give a fuck about the fun you make of me I'm not the type to play your role so get the fuck away from me (Get the fuck away from me) You make me sick and all I was was just a kid You picked a flaw in all I did and go and make me feel like shit (Feel like shit) I swear to God, you have no clue to how I lived In foster care, abused as kids [Verse 2] I just landed from another planet And I think it's time to start the madness Stupid hungry boy, I'm famished Take a plate of food, if moms is askin' I'm in the projects chillin' with my boys I'm talkin' grown ass men who play with toys Mom's asleep, don't make a noise Extracurriculars is havin' sex and smokin' weed Stealin' clothes and climbin' trees Hustlin' kids and buyin' Ps Duane Reade, stole the triple C's Trippin' hard, I try to breathe Trippin' hard, I go to sleep It's a dirty game, and I'm nobody's fool I'd rather be myself, pretend I'm fuckin' cool I'd rather be at home, than party where there's hate People makin' fun of me while smilin' in my face I'm a nice kid and the world ain't Got the knapsack and a fat sack Said I'm gonna quit today, ha ha, fat chance And at first glance, I'm so small and cute Haven't seen me pukin', drunk on my own shoes I'm a big slob, I got a big job I know who I am, I'm a real hog [Chorus] I'm goth as fuck, even when I'm not in black Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that's on your back Don't give a fuck about the fun you make of me I'm not the type to play your role so get the fuck away from me You make me sick and all I was was just a kid You picked a flaw in all I did and go and make me feel like shit I swear to God, you have no clue to how I lived In foster care, abused as kids [Verse 3] Yellow cab, yellow bag, little sad, copped a bag and took a drag Dwelling on the things I had, things I lost Paid the cost, actin' stupid now, I'm tossed I didn't mean to be mean or act obscene I know you've had enough of me Don't blame you every time you run away from me A monster, see? A monster, I've come to be I'm a bad kid, fuckin' rancid, burn like acid, Manson, Charlie I'm the class clown, everybody's favorite asshole Unreliable, plagiarized, I am liable It's undeniable, maniacal, I really am Manipulative, all my teachers are frustrated

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  • Princess Nokia