A Playground For Misfits
Who the fuck are you
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Honestly, I'm fed up with the bullshit
I've accepted I won't fit in with the cool kids
I'm friends with misfits, fucking girls with big tits
Throwing stones at the kids whose dads afford the rip sticks
The kids with money think it's funny I get free lunch
Shop at Walmart and EBT came clutch
I got fed up and I stood up to them rich punks
I couldn't pack a lunch, but I could pack a punch
I dropped out of Kent, bought some beats instead of rent
My family said I did drugs, I need better friends
And we don't even talk now, don't wanna make amends
'Cause I got family that ain't blood who got me til the end
This is the playground where misfits play
Don't answer to no one, it's just us strays
And if they don't like our new safe place
Well, we don't care now, what people say
Who the fuck are you
Where the fuck are you
Who the fuck are you now
Where the fuck are you
Who the fuck are you
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Where the fuck are you
Who the fuck are you
Where the fuck are you
Who the fuck are you now
Where the fuck are you
Who the fuck are you
Where the fuck are you
Who the fuck are you now
Where the fuck are you
Honestly, I'm fed up with the bullshit
I've accepted I won't fit in with the cool kids
I'm friends with misfits, fucking girls with big tits
Throwing stones at the kids whose dads afford the rip sticks
The kids with money think it's funny I get free lunch
Shop at Walmart and EBT came clutch
I got fed up and I stood up to them rich punks
I couldn't pack a lunch, but I could pack a punch
I dropped out of Kent, bought some beats instead of rent
My family said I did drugs, I need better friends
And we don't even talk now, don't wanna make amends
'Cause I got family that ain't blood who got me til the end
This is the playground where misfits play
Don't answer to no one, it's just us strays
And if they don't like our new safe place
Well, we don't care now, what people say
Who the fuck are you
Where the fuck are you
Who the fuck are you now
Where the fuck are you
Who the fuck are you
Where the fuck are you
Who the fuck are you now
Where the fuck are you
Who the fuck are you
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Who the fuck are you now
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