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Everybody looks the same, it’s a drag
I’m bout to print a million name tags
What if your mom still dressed you?
I wish my mom still dressed me

Then I would rock, black on black
Mid hightop, leather reeboks
Flashing lights upon the floor
And all the girls holler for more
I got no laces I got straps
Synchronize two velcro flaps
So when I step I step real good
Step to me like I wish you would

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Then my tee shirt would flow like the wind
Hangin down to the middle of my shins
Back practically draggin’ on the floor
Used to be my brothers but it ain’t no more
Got the graphic of a band on the front
Like a fan on the front, cuz I’m the man on the front
Rockin hootie and the blowfish, hootie and the blowfish
Yea, I’m reppin hootie and the blowfish
Hootie and the blowfish
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So I’ve been sitting inside this dressing room at a shady Old Navy
I’m thinking of throwing a fit because of what my momma gave me
I don’t like those slacks please take em right back, you don’t even know what I like
Wishing that I could escape, go far away, throw on a cape and hop on my trike
Oops I mean hop on my bike, ain’t got no training wheels lately
I can do it on my own, I am so grown, so please stop calling me baby
But I’m worried that the other kids might hate me
I gotta look cool so one day a some pretty girl will date me
So mama take this seriously
My appearance it needs to be something fearless and free
Need to be clear that it’s me, hiding inside of these layers
I got these plans to crush a lot and stay away from the players
So let’s grab some headphones, the biggest in all the store
My walkmans loaded up with this Sugar Ray disc, I’m glad that your not bored
To watch me shuffle through these t-shirts racks and stacks looking to score
The coolest get up, that I bet the whole fifth grade will adore

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