Your Scene

I'm sorry I don't play all the shit you li ke
If you wanna cry, try an open mic
Neve r gonna change to please a stupid clique
Follow for a follow, you can suck my dick
I'm on the wrong team, guess I wore the wrong shirt
Can't get with it boy, they're gonna put you in the dirt
Mac DeMarco, heavy metal is their kink
Support your local scene is the latest groupthink
(Instrumental)
Don't you worry they'll love you, baby
You gotta give me your money, baby
I know how to get the people at your show
Sorry, Charlie, try next year, baby
Don't you know you're a fucking baby?
I know that you can't do this all on your own

Fuck your scene
Fuck your scene
I just wanna be me
Fuck your scene
Fuck your scene
Fuck your scene

I couldn't stay for your set now, baby
Send your shit, I'll give a listen maybe, you know
I'll say whatever just to get you to go

Fuck your scene
Fuck your scene
I just wanna be me
Fuck your scene
Fuck your scene
Fuck your scene
Fuck your scene
(Instrumental)
I don't want to talk like you
I don't want to dress like you
Be us
Be us
Be us
Fuck off

I don't want to think like you
I don't want to be like you
Be us
Be us
Be us
Fuck off

Tribal people, wake up and step outside
Stay the same, never change
Truth remains you're destined to die



Credits
Writer(s): J. Sawyer Hill
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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