Riot Nrrrd Lyrics by 2 Skinnee J's

Riot Nrrrd Lyrics

    this song goes out to all the ones with coke bottle glasses
    To all you lonely kids who were the last picked in gym class
    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 glasses
    To all you lonely kids
    Who were the last picked in gym class
    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

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