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White Trash Rap Star Anthem
What little I have I hold on to
Which is just a sliver in my hand and a costume
That I wear day to day and every word my lips quiver
Where's my fucking silver lining? And I still have the sliver
Every minute that goes by is the same as every day that goes by
Which is the same as every single year that goes by and it goes, bye bye
Signs of aging at the age of twenty four
Paging God, Hey asshole, I want my childhood back, you can leave it at the door
Maybe this is why I'm always so angry
Anybody on my Facebook knows because I get drunk and update it almost daily
I feel like I'm failing as a human being, my ears wont stop ringing,
And I wish that fat bitch would just stop singing
I get it, I fucked up, I should have gone to college, stop rubbing it in
I've got enough guilt on my shoulders while I'm still bumming for cigs
I flopped a record deal because I cling to hard to loyalty
I hate change, I'm too comfortable, and now I don't even get paid royalties
And what really pisses me off is people think I'm successful, Star of the year
Well guess what class of 05, I'm still right here
I haven't changed since highschool, minus the neck beard and tattoo
Oh and now I sag my pants and constantly yell, "Yo, peace dog, I'll get at you"
But what you don't know is in a year I'll be on the streets in layers of flannel
So just do me a favor, when I keel over, at least bury me with a pack of camels
Which is just a sliver in my hand and a costume
That I wear day to day and every word my lips quiver
Where's my fucking silver lining? And I still have the sliver
Every minute that goes by is the same as every day that goes by
Which is the same as every single year that goes by and it goes, bye bye
Signs of aging at the age of twenty four
Paging God, Hey asshole, I want my childhood back, you can leave it at the door
Maybe this is why I'm always so angry
Anybody on my Facebook knows because I get drunk and update it almost daily
I feel like I'm failing as a human being, my ears wont stop ringing,
And I wish that fat bitch would just stop singing
I get it, I fucked up, I should have gone to college, stop rubbing it in
I've got enough guilt on my shoulders while I'm still bumming for cigs
I flopped a record deal because I cling to hard to loyalty
I hate change, I'm too comfortable, and now I don't even get paid royalties
And what really pisses me off is people think I'm successful, Star of the year
Well guess what class of 05, I'm still right here
I haven't changed since highschool, minus the neck beard and tattoo
Oh and now I sag my pants and constantly yell, "Yo, peace dog, I'll get at you"
But what you don't know is in a year I'll be on the streets in layers of flannel
So just do me a favor, when I keel over, at least bury me with a pack of camels
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