Chris Yonge - Lames

Fuck the cool kids we some fuckin' freaks
Rather chill with lames and my fuckin creeps
All these bitches plain, they vanilla sweet
They all look the same they all look the same
Fuck the cool kids we some fuckin' freaks
Rather chill with lames and my fuckin creeps
All these bitches plain, they vanilla sweet
They all look the same they all look the same

Who are you to tear me down and judge
Who are you to tell me what to love.. in life
You follow everything and trust
It all won't leave you in the dust
You're empty inside
Envy will find you well
Lend me your mind
There's plenty of time to help

Fuck the cool kids we some fuckin' freaks
Rather chill with lames and my fuckin creeps
All these bitches plain, they vanilla sweet
They all look the same they all look the same
Fuck the cool kids we some fuckin' freaks
Rather chill with lames and my fuckin creeps
All these bitches plain, they vanilla sweet
They all look the same they all look the same

Trashing the sight
Smashing the mic
Laughing at life
Prolly shoulda hit the hash in a pipe
Fucked up man I'm asking to fight
Too many mans bask in the hype
Way too fuckin comfortable
Same old burnt lump of coal
No flavour please pump some soul
Where my, where my, bad bitches
All my real girls know that these waste mans never had bitches
Cookie cutter tripping never acting different always out sipping dad riches
80 proof willing in booth smiling taking photos for the gram and shit
Always looking for a fan and shit
Can't stand this shit

Fuck the cool kids we some fuckin' freaks
Rather chill with lames and my fuckin creeps
All these bitches plain, they vanilla sweet
They all look the same they all look the same
Fuck the cool kids we some fuckin' freaks
Rather chill with lames and my fuckin creeps
All these bitches plain, they vanilla sweet
They all look the same they all look the same

Written by:
Chris Stiliadis

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