Because he sat me down in the school cafeteria
And told me I wasn't good for material
Because I wear faux leather and I'm mixed up with denims
I think new metal is the gateway to heaven
Haven't cut my hair since 2009-11
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
When I'm with you, I'd rather be somewhere else
You make me feel pretty shit about myself
My best friend says I'm funny and hot as hell
You can't get under me, get over yourself
One of your boys hit me up, it was casual
I met his mom and she thought I was radical
We smoke Halloween and we rent DVDs
And we piss on the sofa after eating Chinese
Could've been us a year ago
If you missed my verse, you can hear it on the radio
When I'm with you, I'd rather be somewhere else
You make me feel pretty shit about myself
My best friend says I'm funny and hot as hell
You can't get under me, get over yourself
Oh well, oh well, it didn't work out
Oh well, oh well, yeah, that's your mom's house
I just saw you in the supermarket
You're in Kashmir with a bouquet of roses
I'm glad you found someone who dresses better
But my guy wants me when I'm in polyester
When I'm with you, I'd rather be somewhere else
You make me feel pretty shit about myself
My best friend says I'm funny and hot as hell
You can't get under me, get over yourself
Oh well, oh well, it didn't work out
Oh well, oh well, who's laughing now?