Goth Kid - Princess Nokia

I’m goth as fuck

Even when I’m not in black

Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that’s on your back

Don’t give a fuck about the fun you make of me

I’m not the type to play your role so get the fuck away from me

You make me sick

And all I was was just a kid who picked a flaw in all I did

And go and make me feel like shit

I swear to god

You have no clue to how I live

To foster care, abused as kids

Playing under my desk, a comic book in my bed

I got fuck with Emily Strange

And I got pins in my bag

I’m Wednesday Adams to you basic ass hoes

Marilyn Manson to you corny ass bros

I was sleeping in the cemetery

Kinda cute, a little scary

Goth as fuck

A little Carrie

You don’t know shit about me

You go assume and doubt me

I’m just like Ginger Foutley

The world was born of innies

And I was born an outie

You gonna see a side of me that you’ve never seen

My mind is kinda sick, and my jokes a little mean

Just a little gorey, like a bloody fucking spleen

I been hanging out with prostitutes and fiends

I’m goth as fuck, even when I’m not in black

Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that’s on your back

And I don’t give a fuck about the fun you make of me

I’m not the type to play your role

So get the fuck away from me

You make me sick

And all I was was just a kid who picked a flaw in all I did

And go and make me feel like shit

I swear to god

You have no clue to how I live

To foster care, abused as kids

I just landed from another planet

And I think it’s time to start the madness

Stupid hungry boy I’m famished

Take a plate of food, if moms is asking

I’m in the project chilling with my boys

I’m talking grown ass men who play with toys

Mom’s asleep don’t make a noise

Extracurriculars is having sex and smoking weed

Stealing clothes and climbing trees

Hustling kids and buying peas

Duane Reade, stole the triple C’s

Tripping hard I try to breathe

Tripping hard I go to sleep

It’s a dirty game, and I’m nobody’s fool

I’d rather be myself, pretend I’m fucking cool

I’d rather be at home, than party where there’s hate

People making fun of me while smiling in my face

I’m a nice kid

And the world ain’t

Got the knapsack, and a fat sack

Said I’m gonna quit today

Ha ha, fat chance

And at first glance, I’m so small and cute

Haven’t seen me puking drunk, on my own shoes

I’m a big slob, I got a big job

I know who I am

I’m a real hug

I’m goth as fuck, even when I’m not in black

Gothic is the pain you feel and not the clothes that’s on your back

And I don’t give a fuck about the fun you make of me

I’m not the type to play your role

So get the fuck away from me

You make me sick

And all I was was just a kid who picked a flaw in all I did

And go and make me feel like shit

I swear to god

You have no clue to how I live

To foster care, abused as kids

Yellow cab, yellow bag

Little sad, copped a bag and took a drag

Dwelling on the things I had

Things I lost, paid the cost

Acting stupid now I’m tossed

I didn’t mean to be mean or act obscene

I know you’ve had enough of me

Don’t blame you every time you run away from me

A monster, see?

A monster I’ve come to be

I’m a bad kid

Fucking rancid

Burn like acid, Manson, Charlie

I am the class clown, everybody’s favorite asshole

Unreliable, plagiarized, I am liable

It’s undeniable

Maniacal, I really am

Manipulative, all my teachers are frustrated