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letra de skate park - teenage disaster

[intro: teenage disaster]
da dada, f-ck
da da, da dada, teenage, wow
da da, da dada, teenage again
da da, da dada, yeah

[verse 1: teenage disaster]
woke up, don’t wanna get outta bed
your friends outside still securing the bread
at least i did a kickflip, can’t skate
lied, tried to make a mess, f-cked up
i tried, i been hanging out at the skate park
all these punks really like me ‘cus my sh-t hard
bruised knees and a couple bad grazes
my parents don’t like it but f-ck it i get paid
think i’m gonna spike my hair
think i’m gonna paint my nails
i’m a rebel of society arrested f-cking frequently
and if you don’t like it, well
you’rе a f-ckin’ p-ssy (woah, you can’t say that)
you’re a f-ckin’ p-ssy (that’s right)
you’re a f-ckin’ p-ssy (i said it)
you’re a f-ckin’ p-ssy
i don’t do drugs i just do bad sh-t
spray paint on thе walls in the room i sit
dead kennedys blasting on the stereo
p-ssy b-tch just listen to some clario
(oh f-cking gross, jesus)
[verse 2: dnfjay]
oops, i just sh-t myself
banging on the f-ckin’ stove like help yo’ self
i just wiped my ass with a studded belt
then i walked about the store with a sh-tty belt
[?] this b-tch gonna melt
man f-ck southwood, man it’s hot as h-ll
i’d rather smacked up in my motherf-ckin’ doo-doo with some [?]
ooo godd-mn, woah, woah, oh f-cking well
i got on the [?]
you can think of better sh-t but i told him oh well (what a pun, sh-t)
p-ssy better tighten up his skinny jeans
why the f-ck you movin’
why you gettin’ finicky
you cut the circulation off your legs if you keep movin’
look at this b-tch ass cop trynna to take away my f-cking board
hit ’em in the head with my motherf-ckin’ sword

[outro: teenage disaster & dnfjay & cops]
i didn’t- i didn’t mean to punch the f-cking cop
yeah, yeah, yeah (tell it to the judge)
he was right in front of me and i just, f-cking, ya know
he was taking my sh-t (listen to him!)
my boards my life, ya know (tell it to the judge)
i, no i can’t, i can’t skate
you can’t even skate? what about the sword?
but it’s mine though, it’s my property, so (tell it to the judge)

- teenage disaster

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