Come on, ain't I too uptown

To be flanked by pariahs

Every place that I frequent.

Low budget call girls and their sordid clients.

Ew. I'm surrounded by heathens.


This brother just wanna go home

Or everybody else to leave.


Ain't a goddamn one of you

Dipshit American pricks here with morals.

Oh excuse me, convictions

Gs, scenesters, yuppies, guidos.

What should I call you?

Fucking hollow traditions.


This brother just wanna go home

Or everybody else to leave.

You trendies and all of your clones

Are the equivalent of shit to me.

Man, what a lame ass time and place to be alive.

Fuck it.


Have I stooped so low handcuffed in pajamas

In front of Momma.

Have you ever sold coke to a high school acquaintance

At a highway Mcdonalds

And felt like a faithless wretch that the world just swallowed?


This brother just wanna go home

Or everybody else to leave.

These yuppies and all of their blow

Are the equivalent of shit to me.

Make it a car bomb and captain n coke

And I'm gonna need a L.I.T.

This brother just wanna just wanna go home.

Dude, I ain't got the stomach to dance.

Where my car keys?




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