Texty
Well bless your soul, what's wrong with you
Your little threats ain't nothing new
A couple dirty looks can't be enough
I ain't shook, and you ain't so tough
Alright, oh yeah?
You huff and puff but I keep my cool
All I see is a bigoted tool
And when you're done I'll call your bluff
I ain't shook, and you ain't so tough
A-alright, oh yeah?
Please don't ask me what's on my mind
Nice to meet you, I'm the high road kind
I don't wanna take this page from your book
Now let's see who's really shook
Please don't ask me what's on my mind
Nice to meet you, I'm the high road kind
I don't wanna take this page from your book
Now let's see who's really shook
Pop your collar and grease your hair
Your looks alone can't give me no scare
You're acting rough but you're just a puff
I ain't shook, 'cause you ain't tough
Alright, oh yeah?
Please don't ask me what's on my mind
Nice to meet you, I'm the high road kind
I don't wanna take this page from your book
Now let's see who's really shook
A-ah, oh yeah?
Well alright, oh yeah?
Well alright, oh yeah?
Yeah-yea!
Written by: Pavel Odnoletkov