Riot NRRRD
This song goes out to those with coke bottle glasses
To all you lonely kids who were the last picked in gym classes
We got your back,
Detract your malefactors
All you up in the back
Unite like Thundercats
Get up, Get up
cause we're fed up, fed up
Try to rise and keep your head up,
head up
Leave the kinging to kong,
We'll be singin the song
Bring it on,
Bring it on,
Bring it on
It's a sentimental journey,
presenting sentiments of resentments that will burn me.
Unearthing archives of sharp knives turning blood.
My road is to unfold so i gotta Face the front.
I used to spend my days,
Dazed and Confused.
Sixteen year underdog
Still donning underroo's
Sorry Busta, i know my flow sounds used,
Written and directed
by the likes of John Huges.
Recycled recitles of enemies and idols.
Unscrawled in the hall like Anthony Michael
I lack land or title just one of the boys.
On islands and islands of Misfit toys.
Get up, Get up
cause we're fed up, fed up
Try to rise and keep your head up,
head up
Even the king of the kong,
We'll be singin the song
Bring it on,
Bring it on,
Bring it on
My field of dreams was a parking lot,
With hot shots doing doughnuts
pissin off the grownups.
Me on the side
writing unrequited love letters,
That I would send
to my imaginary girlfriend.
I had to pretend cuz
I never played football,
The kid drafted last
pick out the roll call
To ease the monotony
of everybody mockin me,
I spent time
to tend rhymes like botany.
Now what i wanna be -
What you wanna be?
Maybe famous,
I claim this
try to gain this.
But sometimes it's haneous
the way the shameless
Surround me like a tide to drown me.
I'm lookin for all intelligent life forms
I'm lookin for a blip on the screen.
So I can reach out and touch somebody,
anybody,
everybody.
This song goes out to those with coke bottle glasses
To all you lonely kids
who were the last picked in gym classes
We got your back,
Detract your malefactors
Cause all you up in the back
Unite like Thundercats!
Get up,
Get up
cause we're
fed up,
fed up
Try to rise and keep your head up,
head up
Even king of the kong,
We'll be singin the song
Bring it on,
Bring it on,
Bring it on
To all you lonely kids who were the last picked in gym classes
We got your back,
Detract your malefactors
All you up in the back
Unite like Thundercats
Get up, Get up
cause we're fed up, fed up
Try to rise and keep your head up,
head up
Leave the kinging to kong,
We'll be singin the song
Bring it on,
Bring it on,
Bring it on
It's a sentimental journey,
presenting sentiments of resentments that will burn me.
Unearthing archives of sharp knives turning blood.
My road is to unfold so i gotta Face the front.
I used to spend my days,
Dazed and Confused.
Sixteen year underdog
Still donning underroo's
Sorry Busta, i know my flow sounds used,
Written and directed
by the likes of John Huges.
Recycled recitles of enemies and idols.
Unscrawled in the hall like Anthony Michael
I lack land or title just one of the boys.
On islands and islands of Misfit toys.
Get up, Get up
cause we're fed up, fed up
Try to rise and keep your head up,
head up
Even the king of the kong,
We'll be singin the song
Bring it on,
Bring it on,
Bring it on
My field of dreams was a parking lot,
With hot shots doing doughnuts
pissin off the grownups.
Me on the side
writing unrequited love letters,
That I would send
to my imaginary girlfriend.
I had to pretend cuz
I never played football,
The kid drafted last
pick out the roll call
To ease the monotony
of everybody mockin me,
I spent time
to tend rhymes like botany.
Now what i wanna be -
What you wanna be?
Maybe famous,
I claim this
try to gain this.
But sometimes it's haneous
the way the shameless
Surround me like a tide to drown me.
I'm lookin for all intelligent life forms
I'm lookin for a blip on the screen.
So I can reach out and touch somebody,
anybody,
everybody.
This song goes out to those with coke bottle glasses
To all you lonely kids
who were the last picked in gym classes
We got your back,
Detract your malefactors
Cause all you up in the back
Unite like Thundercats!
Get up,
Get up
cause we're
fed up,
fed up
Try to rise and keep your head up,
head up
Even king of the kong,
We'll be singin the song
Bring it on,
Bring it on,
Bring it on
Credits
Writer(s): Edward M Cisneros, Noah David Julian Green, Joel E Johnson, Stephen Sumners Light, Andrew Markham, John Martin Iii Moraski
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