The thing is, I grew up here
I got a park at the back, can I meet you there?
And there's a man [?]
Said he'd give me everything
Thing is, I grew up here
I got a fuckload of knots up in my hair
And I sold all my friends for a dollar trends
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
The thing is, I grew up here
And I'm a mascot for "too tired to care"
And I get one phone call
Let me–let me kill em all
The thing is, I got no time for you, or anything we used to do, anymore
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
The trick is not be scared
The trick is not be scared
The trick is not be scared
It's on the floor, it's in my hair
The trick is not be scared
The trick is not be scared
The trick is not be scared
It's on the floor, it's in my hair
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
The thing is, I grew up here
The thing is, I hate it here
And nothing fits anymore
Yeah, nothing really seems to impress anymore
The thing is, I grew up here
The thing is, I hate it here
And nothing fits anymore
Yeah, nothing really seems to impress anymore
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
The thing is, I grew up here (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
The thing is, I hate it here (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
And nothing fits anymore (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, nothing really seems to impress anymore (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
The thing is, I grew up here (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
The thing is, I hate it here (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
And nothing fits anymore (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, nothing really seems to impress anymore (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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