Goth Kid
 作曲 : Destiny Frasqueri/James Richardson III
I'm goth as ****
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 **** about the fun you make of me
I'm not the type to play your role so get the **** away from me
You make me sick
And all I was was just a kid who picked a flaw in all I did
And go and make me feel like ****
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 **** 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 ****
A little Carrie
You don't know **** about me
You go assume and doubt me
I'm just like Ginger Foutley
The world was born of innies
And 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 ******* spleen
I been hanging out with **********s and fiends
I'm goth as **** 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 **** about the fun you make of me
I'm not the type to play your role
So get the **** away from me
You make me sick
And all I was was just a kid who picked a flaw in all I did
And go and make me feel like ****
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 *** and smoking ****
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 ******* 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
And the world ain't
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 **** 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 **** about the fun you make of me
I'm not the type to play your role
So get the **** away from me
You make me sick
And all I was was just a kid who picked a flaw in all I did
And go and make me feel like ****
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
******* rancid
Burn like acid Manson Charlie
I am the class clown everybody's favorite *******
Unreliable plagiarized I am liable
It's undeniable
Maniacal I really am
Manipulative all my teachers are frustrated