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Hey you with your nose in the air
Jacked up smirk & mean girl glare
Bashin' anyone not dressed like you-oh o

We see you keep pointin' back
At our Crocs & Tie-Dye pants
Honey it's real clear you don't approve-oh no

But guess what news flash
We don't care what u say
No one asked u anyway

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Talk to the hand cus the ears ain't listnin
Ears ain't listnin, ears ain't listnin
You keep talkin'& we'll keep whistlin'

Talk to the hand cus the ears ain't listnin
Ears ain't listnin, ears ain't listnin
You keep talkin' & we'll keep whistlin'


West side hip or Star Wars geek
Back woods hick or Jesus freak
Trashin' someone's swag is pretty lame- oh yeah
Ya' might as well just save your breath
In one ear back out the next
We're not gonna hang our head in shame-oh no

who died & made you King
your not as cool as you think
we aren't gonna change a single thing

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Take ur shiny Louis Vittons and your Juicy Couture state of mind
& stick your shallow two cents, where the sun don't, the sun don't shine
take your shiny Louis Vittons and your Juicy Couture state of mind
& stick your shallow two cents, where the sun don't, the sun don't shine

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Sticks and stones may break our bones but names will never hurt us

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