The Middle Class Ballad

[Hook]
Fuck you
Fuck you

[Verse 1] /
Oh no! She's a fashion disaster, see!
Like Katrina, she's a catastrophe
The length of that skirt is pure blasphemy
Ugh, that's so ratchet, sandals not matching
Anne isn't forgetting to text me
What is she expecting, to impress me?
I'm gonna block her number in my settings
Now she's a slut too, Anne, fuck you
I'm now going to check my Instagram
Mary didn't like my picture! Now unfollowing on Twitter
Guess I have to block her Instagram
Mary's not my friend anymore, she should have remorse
Now it's time to drink some alcohol
Skipping basketball, turn up Malcolm Smalls
One month 'till I go back to freakin' school
One month 'till I go back to bein' cool
Shit

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! I wish I was in the clique!
Panic! Panic! Panic! I wish I wasn't a freak
Massive glasses and an elongated nose
Braces on my teeth and the wrong make of clothes
Fucked up buzz cut, daddy has a small budget
Not potent, no deodorant, smelling pungent (feel the ax)
I guess I'm too smart for a smartphone
That iPhone isn't my phone, Bart knows
Did I also mention that Bart is a jock?
Did I also mention that Bart doesn't give a fuck?
Jealousy endlessly affects me, infects me
I'm sick of this shit, wish they would respect me
I suspect that my subjects are imperfect, see?
Schooled and schooled at the same time
It's the same crime, that's the way I'm a loner

[Verse 3] /
What the fuck has our world come to?
Corrupted with money, society runs you
Let's actually focus on others for a minute
Life's just one big game, you just can't win it
Suicide is real in the juveniles, yep it's real
The innocent are brutalized and grilled
However, I believe that you can make a change
And I believe that you can save the day
Just be a good person

[Hook]