2 Skinnee J's - Riot Nrrrd lyrics

this song goes out to all the ones with coke bottle gla**es To all you lonely kids who were the last picked in gym cla** We got your back, Are you up with the fact? You're never gonna catch us. 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 our sharp knives turning slowly blunt. My role is to unfold so i gotta face the front. I used to spend my days, Dazed and confused. Sixteen year underdog Still dawning underoos. Sorry bout my style I know my flow sounds used, Depicted and directed By the likes of john huges. We recycle recitles of enemies and idols. Unscrawled in the hall like anthony michael I lack plan 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 Leave the kinging to 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 at the wall. To ease the monotony Of everybody mockin me, Spend time Tootin rhymes like botany. Now what i wanna be - What you wanna be? To be famous, I claim this Try to gain this. But sometimes it's haneous The way the shameless Surround me like they're tryin 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 all the ones with coke bottle gla**es To all you lonely kids Who were the last picked in gym cla** We got your back, Are you up with the fact? You're never gonna catch us. 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