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i wanna be overrated
03:02
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i wanna be overrated
want you sick of seeing my face
i wanna see you roll your eyes when your friends say
i got out of this place
i want my name to taste sour
i wanna be truly hated
by someone other than myself
i wanna be overrated
i wanna claim that i've got the blue print, something the worlds never seen
i wanna say i'm dating steven tyler and have someone believe me
i wanna fake it til i make it and when i do, blow it up the wall
wanna win an award, say it's my dream, and then miss the call
i wanna be overrated
want you to see my face on screen
i wanna be the most hideous thing that
you have ever seen
i want my name to taste sour
i wanna be truly hated
by someone other than myself
i wanna be overrated
i wanna make DJ requests, knowing that they'll play them
i wanna answer to a catcall, tell him he's overcompensating
i wanna be obnoxious, have nothing to believe in
switch it up and turn to god just when you start to find me boring
i wanna be overrated
want you to see me on the internet
have your family ask how i am
and you deny that we ever met
want my name to taste sour
wanna be truly hated
by someone other than myself
i wanna be overrated
i wanna be the life and soul but know when to stop
i wanna have a team of publicists who tell me when i'm wrong
wanna walk out of my job and still get paid
preach about self-worth like i ever had any
i wanna be overrated
want you to see my success
and think it's exaggerated
cause how could anyone be impressed
by a girl you hate to remember
who you were ashamed you ever dated
who you messed up so much that
she wants to be overrated
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get a quick snap on the fisheye lens
make sure you get the council flats in
caption it urban jungle
then run when you see the locals
smudge eyeliner on your eyes
so it looks like you didn't sleep last night
pay a grand for a ripped up jacket
call that exploitation but you deserve it
you're so DIY with your thrifted vintage levi's
so down to earth with your hashtag street life
don't tell your dad you're out this late
have him pick you up in his 22 reg plate
not built for a 9-5
good job you don't need one
tell me to live my best life
like i need your permission
say money isn't everything
okay, send it over
get a new accent
and fake what your mama gave ya
take out 20, get a bag in
just ignore the homeless man
you know he'll only spend it on drugs
oh shit, where are we picking up?
borrow someones sign in the protest
get a picture show your followers
ditch it as soon as you get the shot
don't wanna hang around when it all kicks off
not built for a 9-5
good job you don't need one
tell me to live my best life
like i need your permission
say money isn't everything
okay, send it over
get a new accent
and fake what your mama gave ya
spend most your nights in dive bars
dying to fit in
be as reckless as you can
with no repercussion
sing about the working class
like we're not below ya
wish you'd just be open
about what your mama gave ya
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3. |
the daily male
02:45
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you're a broken record but you say you know more about music than me
you can fix it yourself meanwhile you'll talk for an hour about a film that i've already seen
that i wouldn't get
because it's too complex
that you're surprised was ever on tv
because it's underground
like your mates bands sound
that you could get me tickets to for free
so come on come on read the daily male
if the headlines don't grab you then someone else will
extra extra listen up
better pretend that i give a fuck
and give you a smile, or whatever you please
i bet you'd look good on your knees for me
you say he's just one of the lads
and he's never really had to learn
how to shut his mouth, lower his tone
or how to wait his turn
he's assertive, three pints in
he thinks he's tommy fucking shelby
but a baby throwing his toys out the pram
is all i see when he threatens me
he's got a temper
he's never hit a woman
well except maybe his ex
but she's a psycho
i mean he said so
cause she didn't bow to his requests
so come on come on read the daily male
if the headlines don't grab you then someone else will
extra extra listen up
better pretend that i give a fuck/care somewhat
and give you a smile, or whatever you please
i bet you'd look good on your knees for me
red shirts beat blue shirts
so you beat a stranger
it's not manly
it's tribal behaviour
what are you? gay?
pull up your dress!
speak fucking english!
and in the same breath:
you say hola with a h
in the south of spain
in a pub called the bulldog
where the landlord's your mate
from way back when
people could take a joke
yeah that piers morgan
he's got a point you know
our proud country is red white and blue
red like tim martin
and white like your news
you're blue in the face
explaining how you
arent sexist i just got it misconstrued
you just have a different worldview
your worldview subscription needs to be renewed
so come on come on read the daily male
if the headlines don't grab you then someone else will
extra extra listen up
better pretend that i give a fuck/care somewhat
and give you a smile, or whatever you please
i bet you'd look good on your knees for me
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dizzy
03:52
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last night i dreamt i punched you at the train station
cause i found out you were dating someone
who i never trusted all that much
moved in as soon as we broke up
but as my fist flew towards you i doubted myself
maybe she's an old soul as well
unlike me now so undignified so immature
you wish you would have known that before
but i'm alive i'm manic
i'm trash you look panicked
i'm fine i promise
this is not what i wanted
you let me into your world to see your point of view
then spin me around til i don’t recognise you
i don't recall, think you convinced me
that it's my fault for being so dizzy
weird how socially awkward i was with you
standing like a black hole while you lit up the room
tell your friends it was really nice to meet them
you say they're only nice to me for one reason
i'm fine it's weird
you still being here
living in this
city with me
you let me into your world to see your point of view
then spin me around til i don’t recognise you
i don't recall, think you convinced me
that it's my fault for being so dizzy
you love the fact that i'm young and yet so mature
then get all annoyed when i act 24
i don't recall, think you convinced me
that it's my fault for being so naive
i need a blacklist at my funeral
i don't want you there
saying i lit up the room
when we all knew
i'd hide in the corner
while you'd talk with your friends about some philosophy
that couldn't comprehend, cause i was only 18
and you can bitch about your ex
reciting your mistakes
but i was in hymn practice
while you were sinning
with the skeletons in your closet
so i guess i'll never know
cause it was, ugh, so long ago
but that was then
and this is now
i'm doing so well
if you couldn't tell
you always wanted
your own song
so i hope you enjoy this one
you let me into your world to see your point of view
then spin me around til i don’t recognise you
i don't recall, think you convinced me
that it's my fault for being so dizzy
you love the comfort of being mr know it all
as if you learned it all before i was born
you got a headstart baby it's not fair
think that's the only reason you're here
you tell a beautiful story then burn the book
and tell all your friends i've lost the plot
don't understand why they always blank me
say it's my fault for being so nosy
you want the upper hand so you purposely
try to belittle, confuse and disorient me
i recall i was in disbelief
when i found it was you
who made me dizzy
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veneer
03:07
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it all feels so morbid
to romanticise the past
cause at least they had the future
but the future never lasted
we have neither
all my idols are either sober or dead
so living free is bittersweet
when you can see what lies ahead
all the revolutionaries died before i was born
and their faces became t shirts
in windows of shopping malls
and what they did isnt forgotten
but its so commodified
that they've become the total opposite
of what defined their life
you know i don't mean to complain
but what will i ever own
my existence feels like time money
and buying fucking clothes
put me out of my misery
but you rely on it
price me out of my hobbies
and sell them for profit
it all feels so scary
that the best days have now passed
entire eras whittled down to playlists and fast fashion
brands mass making tie dye tshirts
cause grunge is now back in
i dunno the teens said so
i'll take it on the chin
i remember it the first time round
it was cute and it was fun
we'd upload 100 photos
and caption every one
ruined our family computers
so we could torrent the top 10
find a high res photo of the album art
to make it seem legit
we got our leavers hoodies
pointed out people we hate
it used to show our history
now it just shows my age
2013 screams at me
when did this stop being fun
i rinsed the novelty so much
it's entirely worn off
it all feels so reductive
to articulate this weight
i can't do it justice
i can't make it go away
i'd give it anything
to just leave me alone
spend the entire opening number
dreading the curtain call
spending time is currency
and it feels like i'm indebted
to another version of myself
who could have spent it better
so i'll try to wake up early
i'll cut out all the booze
i'll do it step by step
if it means that i can prove
that i can fill all the cracks
but i have this crushing fear
that i can polish all the scratches
but it's still the same veneer
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YNES Coventry, UK
BORN LOSER
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