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This song goes out to those with coke bottle glasses To all you lonely kids who were the last picked in gym classes We got your back, Detract your malefactors All you up in the back Unite like Thundercats 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 archives of sharp knives turning blood. My road is to unfold so i gotta Face the front. I used to spend my days, Dazed and Confused. Sixteen year underdog Still donning underroo's Sorry Busta, i know my flow sounds used, Written and directed By the likes of John Huges. Recycled recitles of enemies and idols. Unscrawled in the hall like Anthony Michael I lack land 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 Even the king of the 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 out the roll call To ease the monotony Of everybody mockin me, I spent time To tend rhymes like botany. Now what i wanna be - What you wanna be? Maybe famous, I claim this Try to gain this. But sometimes it's haneous The way the shameless Surround me like a tide 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 those with coke bottle glasses To all you lonely kids Who were the last picked in gym classes We got your back, Detract your malefactors Cause all you up in the back Unite like Thundercats! Get up, Get up Cause we're Fed up, Fed up Try to rise and keep your head up, Head up Even king of the kong, We'll be singin the song Bring it on, Bring it on, Bring it on
Writer(s): Edward M Cisneros, Noah David Julian Green, Joel E Johnson, Stephen Sumners Light, Andrew Markham, John Martin Iii Moraski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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