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[Intro] |
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Just clap your hands to the beatbox |
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Just clap your hands to the beat |
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Just clap your hands to the beatbox |
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Just clap your hands to the beat |
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Just clap your hands to the beatbox |
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Just clap your hands to the beat |
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Just clap your hands to the beatbox |
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Just clap your hands to the beat |
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[Verse 1] |
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I get up too late and I head to the classroom |
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I'm wondering why I'm wasting my time, losing my mind |
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Every day at school, they all laugh at me |
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They say, "Charlie Brown, you're such a tragedy." |
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Picking on me in the parking lot |
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Just swallow your pride don't cough it up |
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[Hook] |
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So I tell them hit the road |
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What you coming at me for |
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To all the people that hear me |
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You could win the fight |
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But no matter where the wind blows |
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Nothing ever goes my way |
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Ohh, woah |
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[Chorus] |
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No they won't stop chasing me anyway, anyway |
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And this black cloud follows me everyday, everyday |
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But I won't be my own worst enemy, enemy |
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They bring me down, I'm Charlie Brown |
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[Bridge] |
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*Whistling* |
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Lalala lalala la, la lala |
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Lalala lalala la, la lala |
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La a, la a, la a, la a |
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[Verse 2] |
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The kid is an outcast |
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Always kicked out class |
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They, they pointed fingers and say how will he outlast |
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Inconsiderate, the teacher's very omnipotent |
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They say that kids a problem where the fuck is his Ritalin |
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Uh, again and again I be stuck in these incidents |
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If hatred is the proof I can show you the evidence |
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And that's the type of world that all these kids is living in |
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So how could I give thanks when they don't know where the giving is |
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[Hook] |
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[Bridge] |
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[Hook] |
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[Outro] |
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Nice try, Charlie Brown! |
