Showing up to shows in ya blacked out
tights.
Blacked out eyes, actin not so nice.

Wishing for a dick, and jack on ice.
Jacked off twice just to last all night.
Money spent, fish net addict

Social climber, $#&@ dramatics
After them like "let me have it"
Leave your friends, cuz' ya' $#&@ing plastic

We know whatcha all about
Whatcha all about, So I wrote this song
To call you out and sort this out.

They know whatcha all about
whatcha all about,
Its an endless game, we know you use your

brain some how.
OHmygod
let me get a picture

thats it
Walkin to the buses
in the back (*##$, its habit.

Tag that singer in motha $#&@in status
Tell the whole world that it didn't happen
You look around, now your friends are gone.

Call their phones, but they don't pick up.
Crying on the curb, sorry little band !@#%
But the bands gotta leave, now you know

That sucks.
We know you suck...
Ohmygod

he better not
leave my side.
he told me

I was the only one that night.
He was not like other guys
We only $#&@ed in the first 5....minutes

We know whatcha all about
Whatcha all about, So I wrote this song
To call you out and sort this out.

They know whatcha all about
whatcha all about,
Its an endless game,

of @@#! and mouse.
@@#! and mouth
We know you use your brain some how.

I did this %#@! in one take
The whole world knows you're fake
Just go hide your face

Yeah...
We know whatcha all about
Whatcha all about, So I wrote this song

Just ta'call you out and sort this out.
They know whatcha all about
whatcha all about,

Its an endless game,
of @@#! in mouth
We know you use your

brain some how.