You don’t have to smile; you don’t have to like my style. I don’t care what you think as long as you know I’m not a game so don’t play with me. Just watch what you say when you’re talking to me ’cause I don’t wanna break out that side. You don’t have to use my name in your conversations, we don’t have to agree, and you don’t have to like me. It’s all right with me but as long as I’m around you better respect me.
You look so clean but you’re dressed to fit the scene. You are a virgin. You are taken a liar.
Odd How People Shake by Fear Before the March of Flames Lyric
This is the first song on your mix tape and it’s short just like your temper. When I say, “Let’s keep in touch,” I really mean I wish that you would grow up.
Mix Tape by Brand New Lyric
You stink so bad you made Right Guard turn left, Speed Stick slow down, Secret obvious, and Sure confused.
To think you actually believe you can mess around with me! Haha, nice try, b*tch, but I think not. You know exactly who you be.
My sh*t is laid out; yours is played out. Some of you show up but like jeans, you fade out.