London Yellow - Clyde lyrics
[London Yellow - Clyde lyrics]
Nya na nya na nya nya stop
Haha, you're stupid
Ugh, just please leave me alone
Shut the fuck up, you weird-ass bitch
(Oh my God) beat yo' fuckin' ass
Yo, stop fuckin' with him
Just let him sleep he ain't do shit
Besides, it's always the quiet ones
Yo, whatever
I'm going to shoot up my school
(Shoot up my school)
I'm going to shoot up my school
(Shoot up my school)
Found my dad's gun, and it looks really cool
Blast off your head with a tool (Bang bang)
I'm going to shoot up my school
(Shoot up my school, Bang)
I'm going to shoot up my school
(Shoot up my school) they call me lame
I'm gonna show them the definition of cool
Make 'em a ghoul
I'm gonna shoot at the kids that's
Swimmin' inside of the pool
I was tryna sleep (Why?)
They did not care (Why?)
They kicked my chair
Now I'm shooting at here (Bang bang)
I was gonna graduate (Ahh! Why?)
Now all my peers are dead
They gettin' dragged away
(Why'd you do this?)
I ain't even really wanna do it though
Lil Timmy Turner had to wish
For a bullet hole (Granted)
Anyway I tried to get the cops to kill me
And I panicked
Shot me in the head (Ow) dropped my AR
(Put your fucking hands up) Grabbed me
And shipped me away very far
Now I'm in a padded room behind metal bars
And six feet of bulletproof glass with a scar
I just wanna go to school, be normal again
My parents don't visit, I miss my two friends
I really shot up my school (My school)
I fuckin' shot up mu school (My school)
Murdered the people who acted like tools
Now I eat bread that is covered in mold
(yeah)
Can't believe that I shot up my school
(I can't) i really shot up my school
The cool kids are dead
So I guess that I'm cool
I guess that I'm cool, I guess that I'm cool
I guess that I'm cool
Cooling inside of my cell
Plotting to escape with some tools
Took some utensils from lunchtime
More specifically, I sharpened a spoon
Every day, chipped a bit away
The inner wall was brittle
I think today is the day
Gave the best kick and the whole wall caved
Hooray i think that I'm gon' to escape
Now I'm inside of the
Walls, crawlin' past vents, listenin' in
One of the vents smelled just like heaven
I popped the shit open and left the prison
I'm gone
I'm sorry, ma'am just want him to be okay
Well your son's far gone at this point
I know, I know
He's basically been- Ever since he
Came in he's been here, uhh
Goin' through psychosis, just talkin' about
You know, rockin' back and forth
Talkin' about
Gonna escape, yadda yadda, you know
This happens a lot though, this is
Typically what happens to the people
That come in here with this sort of (yeah)
Trauma uhh, you know
When's his execution date?
So, execution date is gonna be this June
Haha, you're stupid
Ugh, just please leave me alone
Shut the fuck up, you weird-ass bitch
(Oh my God) beat yo' fuckin' ass
Yo, stop fuckin' with him
Just let him sleep he ain't do shit
Besides, it's always the quiet ones
Yo, whatever
I'm going to shoot up my school
(Shoot up my school)
I'm going to shoot up my school
(Shoot up my school)
Found my dad's gun, and it looks really cool
Blast off your head with a tool (Bang bang)
I'm going to shoot up my school
(Shoot up my school, Bang)
I'm going to shoot up my school
(Shoot up my school) they call me lame
I'm gonna show them the definition of cool
Make 'em a ghoul
I'm gonna shoot at the kids that's
Swimmin' inside of the pool
I was tryna sleep (Why?)
They did not care (Why?)
They kicked my chair
Now I'm shooting at here (Bang bang)
I was gonna graduate (Ahh! Why?)
Now all my peers are dead
They gettin' dragged away
(Why'd you do this?)
I ain't even really wanna do it though
Lil Timmy Turner had to wish
For a bullet hole (Granted)
Anyway I tried to get the cops to kill me
And I panicked
Shot me in the head (Ow) dropped my AR
(Put your fucking hands up) Grabbed me
And shipped me away very far
Now I'm in a padded room behind metal bars
And six feet of bulletproof glass with a scar
I just wanna go to school, be normal again
My parents don't visit, I miss my two friends
I really shot up my school (My school)
I fuckin' shot up mu school (My school)
Murdered the people who acted like tools
Now I eat bread that is covered in mold
(yeah)
Can't believe that I shot up my school
(I can't) i really shot up my school
The cool kids are dead
So I guess that I'm cool
I guess that I'm cool, I guess that I'm cool
I guess that I'm cool
Cooling inside of my cell
Plotting to escape with some tools
Took some utensils from lunchtime
More specifically, I sharpened a spoon
Every day, chipped a bit away
The inner wall was brittle
I think today is the day
Gave the best kick and the whole wall caved
Hooray i think that I'm gon' to escape
Now I'm inside of the
Walls, crawlin' past vents, listenin' in
One of the vents smelled just like heaven
I popped the shit open and left the prison
I'm gone
I'm sorry, ma'am just want him to be okay
Well your son's far gone at this point
I know, I know
He's basically been- Ever since he
Came in he's been here, uhh
Goin' through psychosis, just talkin' about
You know, rockin' back and forth
Talkin' about
Gonna escape, yadda yadda, you know
This happens a lot though, this is
Typically what happens to the people
That come in here with this sort of (yeah)
Trauma uhh, you know
When's his execution date?
So, execution date is gonna be this June