My Song

Now the beat's on and I'm playing the song

Won't you sing along like your name's King Kong?

I make music for romantics with bad habits

Fall in love too many times and become an easy target

I can't relate because I have it

I fell in love myself but it was not reciprocated

I got wasted 'cause I was frustrated

Got naked and painted myself sacred

Got your grandmother calling me the Statue of David

It was my own fault to think I could be a lover

It was a stupid idea but I'm a stupid motherfucker

I'm basically failing school and that's so cruel

I'm not even a fool, I just think I'm too cool

So now I'm rolling my blunts

I told myself I'd do it once

And now I'm addicted to this wicked shit

That I finish in five minutes and then again get lit

I'm addicted to my faults 'cause they make me who I am

At least I'm not false and I don't think I'm Superman

I'm white trash, I'll admit that, but I don't appreciate being called it

The last guy who made fun of me for being white got assaulted

But the crime was not seen, the police could not attach my name to the crime scene

So I got away for today so I can break another spleen