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letra de socially awkward - lotusmusik

[verse 1]
honestly tonight i might just slit my wrist/
everyone around me just keeps on talking sh-t
why the f-ck should i change you so i can please you/
i’m socially awkward if you haven’t noticed then please do
i have a strong relationship with my inner voice/
they think i’m great & i never make a bad choice
but you the person that’s suppose to love me/
unconditionally & never put someone above me
you think i’m strange, i’m a weirdo, i’m g-y & plus i’m a psycho/
why don’t you just medicate me just like they did to michael
i’m pretty sure you would love it if i was dead/
but instead you rather say that i’m touched in the head
i’m no longer the five year old who used to life/
i’m the twenty-three year old that be screaming f-ck christ
you’re probably thinking that you f-cked up somewhere down the line/
but you didn’t this is just how i live my life

[hook 2x]
no i don’t care what you think of me/
why should i i live my life so carelessly
you can ask every psychologist at oxford/
they’ll all say the same your sons’ socially awkward

[verse 2]
on to my favorite topic you think that i’m a f-g/
when it comes to girlfriends you can’t count how many i’ve had
how many serious relationships have i been in/
zero cuz i didn’t love any of those women
if i don’t love a girl why should i bring her around/
we’re just f-ck buddies we don’t even hang out
i don’t f-ck them in my place cuz i find that disrespectful/
i call it being courteous you call me a h0m-s-xual
but if you want i’ll just bring my f-ck buddies home/
i guarantee you’ll see & hear things that you don’t condone
i know a couple of good girls that i really like/
the reason i don’t bring them home is because they got three strikes
you f-ck up with me three times we’re not gonna make it/
three times in under three months come on girl just face it
i guess i’m wrong women do not want a gentleman/
so every woman should love me because i’m devilish

[hook 2x]
no i don’t care what you think of me/
why should i i live my life so carelessly
you can ask every psychologist at oxford/
they’ll all say the same your sons’ socially awkward

[verse 3]
ok i’m emotionally dead/
cuz i don’t give a f-ck about what you just said
but why should i all that matter’s that i’m happy & healthy/
well i’m happy & healthy so tell me why do you sweat me
you say a corny joke & i don’t even crack a smile/
did you ever think it’s probably because i don’t like you style
i’ve always been this way i’ve always kept to myself/
it’s in my nature i don’t need motherf-cking help
cuz i can tell you myself why i am this way/
it all started in 97 back in the second grade
getting bullied everyday it became a ritual/
so it’s not hypocritical that i’m no longer spiritual
i know now it doesn’t matter what other people think/
but i didn’t have this mentality when i was a little kid
when i was younger parents they were overprotected/
everything was good at home but at school things were reckless
stupid motherf-ckers getting on your nerves/
when they cross the streets you wished the other cars would just swerve
& hit the little b-st-rds you wish they all die/
you’re too young to be feeling like this inside
everyday you keep going through the same sh-t/
until you realize get a knife from the kitchen
you found a way to solve all of your problems/
k!ll them all no longer are they a problem
they f-ck with you so much they lower your self-esteem/
not only that it gets embedded in you psyche
so now you’re thinking that something is really wrong with you/
starring at the mirror thinking what i’m gonna do
popping pills, smoking weed, getting drunk/
f-cking random sl-ts, thinking suicidal, not giving a f-ck
suicides’ the only way to make the pain stop
so i guess i might as well just let the . . ..

[hook 4x]
no i don’t care what you think of me/
why should i i live my life so carelessly
you can ask every psychologist at oxford/
they’ll all say the same your sons’ socially awkward

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