Lame
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Lame
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This guy, he’s such a creep
He’s boring me to death and breathing down my neck
I’m so alone in crowds of people
I thought this was the dream
To wear these fancy clothes
But where’s my self-respect?
Surrounded by annoying seagulls
It’s too late to start feelin’ sorry
It’s too late, it’s me wished for it
Can I leave this party?
Why can’t I leave this party?
‘Cause everybody’s fuckin’ lame
All my life
All I wanted was to be the too cool type
Be what everybody wanted to be like
But truth is, I don’t know if it’s really me
All my life
All I wanted was to be Miss Super Fly
Be the girl who dated all the hyped-up guys
But it’s a lie
Truth is, we’re all fuckin’ lame
I write the things alone
Then meet and greet with peeps who wanna be someone
The worse part is, I’m just as phoney
I think we missed the joke
We fake bright smiles upon white lies
I feel so numb
This sad part is that no one knows me
It’s too late to start feelin’ sorry
It’s too late, it’s me wished for it
Can I leave this party?
Why can’t I leave this party?
‘Cause everybody’s fuckin’ lame
All my life
All I wanted was to be the too cool type
Be what everybody wanted to be like
But truth is, I don’t know if it’s really me
All my life
All I wanted was to be Miss Super Fly
Be the girl who dated all the hyped-up guys
But it’s a lie
Truth is, we’re all fuckin’ lame
Wanna waste champagne that I know I’ll throw up later
Here’s a kick-ass song and a finger for my haters
They’re just bein’ jealous just like Shaquille O’Neal
I’m big, rich, and famous, yeah, let me keep it real
I wanna waste champagne that I know I’ll throw up later
Here’s a kick-ass song and a finger for my haters, yeah
They’re just bein’ jealous, but everybody’s jealous of me
Me, me, me, me
All my life
All I wanted was to be the too cool type
Be what everybody wanted to be like
But truth is, I don’t know if it’s really me
All my life
All I wanted was to be Miss Super Fly
Be the girl who dated all the hyped-up guys
But it’s a lie
Truth is, we’re all fuckin’ lame
Lame
Lame
La-la-lame, lame
Truth is, we’re all fuckin’ lame
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