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I’m goth as fuck Even when I’m not in black Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that’s on your back Don’t give a fuck about the fun you make of me I’m not the type to play your role so get the fuck away from me You make me sick And all I was was just a kid who picked a [?] and all I did And go and make me feel like shit I swear to god You have no clue to how I live To foster care, abused as kids Playing under my desk, a comic book in my bed I got fuck with Emily Strange And I got pins in my bag I’m Wednesday Adams to you basic ass hoes Marilyn Manson to you corny ass bros I was sleeping in the cemetery Kinda cute, a little scary Goth as fuck A little Carrie You don’t know shit about me You go assume and doubt me I’m just like Ginger Foutley The world was born of innies Letras de cancionesAnd I was born an outie You gonna see a side of me that you've never seen My mind is kinda sick, and my jokes a little mean Just a little gorey, like a bloody fucking spleen I been hanging out with prostitutes and fiends I’m goth as fuck, even when I’m not in black Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that’s on your back And I don’t give a fuck about the fun you make of me I’m not the type to play your role So get the fuck away from me You make me sick And all I was was just a kid who picked a [fight?] and all I did And go and make me feel like shit I swear to god You have no clue to how I live To foster care, abused as kids I just landed from another planet And I think it’s time to start the madness Stupid hungry boy I’m famished Take a plate of food, if moms is asking I’m in the project chilling with my boys I’m talking grown ass men who play with toys Mom’s asleep don’t make a noise Extracurriculars is having sex and smoking weed Stealing clothes and climbing trees Hustling kids and buying peas Duane Reade, stole the triple C’s Tripping hard I try to breathe Tripping hard I go to sleep It’s a dirty game, and I’m nobody’s fool I’d rather be myself, pretend I’m fucking cool I’d rather be at home, than party where there’s hate People making fun of me while smiling in my face I’m a nice kid In the world [?] Got the knapsack, and a fat sack Said I’m gonna quit today Ha ha, fat chance And at first glance, I’m so small and cute Haven’t seen me puking drunk, on my own shoes I’m a big slob, I got a big job I know who I am I’m a real hug I’m goth as fuck, even when I’m not in black Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that’s on your back And I don’t give a fuck about the fun you make of me I’m not the type to play your role So get the fuck away from me You make me sick And all I was was just a kid who picked a [?] and all I did And go and make me feel like shit I swear to god You have no clue to how I live To foster care, abused as kids Yellow cab, yellow bag Little sad, copped a bag and took a drag Dwelling on the things I had Things I lost, paid the cost Acting stupid now I'm tossed I didn't mean to be mean or act obscene I know you've had enough of me Don't blame you every time you run away from me A monster, see? A monster I’ve come to be I'm a bad kid Fucking rancid Burn like acid, Manson, Charlie I am the class clown, everybody’s favorite asshole Unreliable, plagiarized, I am liable It's undeniable Maniacal, I really am Manipulative, all my teachers are frustrated From Letras Mania