One. I'm tripping literally, I should be dish washing
'Cause I got bowlegged knees and often they be crossing
Go ahead and ask my bosses, they'll tell you that I'm clumsy
I'll probably fall into your fist so you don't have to punch me.

Two. I'm vegetarian so I don't want no beef
You've lost expensive jewelry, I've lost my crooked teeth
I sing in church choir, my daddy is a reverend
I tried to be a gangsta but my curfew was eleven

Three. I drive my Vespa through the streets and wear my helmet proud
I do my homework every night then come to this rowdy crowd
I signed a full-on battle, filled in all the basics
But when they saw it was me, they put me on the waiting list

Four. I run from bullies in the streets, I don't know how to fight
I don't throw lefts or rights I just slap, sprint, and write
I'm skinny, all scrawny arms and a tiny chest
Shoot I could hide behind that pole if I just hold my breath

Five. My apron looks like a dress
I could twirl around like a pretty princess
I'm not a busboy, I'm a waitress
But I can't get the drink right, taste test

Let me find who's around, those your guests
My hand got sweaty and I lost my grip
My shoes don't fit, they hand me down
From the Salvation Army right downtown

When I walk into the room, the lights go down
I'm so ugly, mom won't hug me
And that's to tell you about it
I'm beating myself, something you couldn't do

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Self Defeat
Tyler James Williams