Nasties (Clean)

I write this music for the the faint of heart
The ones who got angst for the day to start
The kid who can't wait for the bell to ring
So he can head straight home in the swelterin heat
To get beat by the neighborhood bully
And get til his face is all
I make songs for the ones with low income
Who make enough dough to pay for food and rent and then none
I don't write for the gangsters and hipsters
Who see you being different so they diss you
Ripping you apart, while they on your dreams
We got far less artists, then critics it seems
And if my music's messages offend, I apologize
My life is stress, my my mind's a mess and I am traumatized
And I wouldn't blame you if you laugh and skip past me
But if you feel the same, let's get



Credits
Writer(s): Chad Allen
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