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Wut I Be --- By Brett, Beth
Sick of the suits, i dont know why, they make me cry inside. (cry)
Ima homophobic racist jerk, i wish theyd fuckin die (die)
Lets bitch and wine and shoot our mouths cuz all their lyrics rhyme (rhyme)
Fuckin cody, that emo bitch, he cant even keep beat (time)
Bretts a prick, beths gotta dick, And brennen crossed the line (by)
Joining such a stupid band, now he aint no freind of mine
i hate all of them and my reason for dispise
is actually just a serious lack of suits wearing ties
Hey guys, r u from here?, ya know wut yer life lacks? (lacks)
We got a club that hates the suits, we talk behind their backs (backs)
We aint brave and dont got balls to say shit to their face (face)
But weel go on the internet to put them in their place (place)
Bring back joe, hes the man, now the suits are lame (lame)
He got the shows, and wrote the songs and thought up the name (name)
I hate all of them, but i really dono why (why)
Now come to think of it, ive never even met those guys
