[Verse 1: Powfu]
(Yeah) I guess this could be my home
Binder and a bottle of cologne
(Yeah) I won't scream 'cause I don't wanna be
Standing in the middle of the road
(Yeah) Sport teams, act tough for the girls
If only they could see above the belt
(Yeah) This year won't come out of my shell
I'll walk into the locker myself

[Chorus: Powfu]
I'll piss my parents off and make out with my teacher
Call me names, I don't care about me either
Boring-ass life, five days, same T-shirt
Yeah, all the cool kids are wide receivers

[Verse 2: Jomie]
I am the saddest soul
Spend time in a locker with no fucking code
Don't mind, just me and my broken nose
And according to my folks, I ain't got no goals, and
Ain't it funny when the music play?
Everybody wanna dance, but put the dirt on your name
I could be six feet, it won't change, not a thing
Still be a bum bitch, I just hope that she came (Ayy, yeah)
[Interlude]
Nice shoes
Thanks, you too
Just joking, you idiot

[Chorus: Powfu]
I'll piss my parents off and make out with my teacher
Call me names, I don't care about me either
Boring-ass life, five days, same T-shirt
Yeah, all the cool kids are wide receivers

[Bridge: Powfu]
I could be a diamond in the rough, they'll see-through
I could be the hero of this town that we'll need soon
I could be a lot of different things, but I won't be
'Cause I'd rather live a life where I'm lonely

[Verse 2: Jomie]
I am the saddest soul
Spend time in a locker with no fucking code
Don't mind, just me and my broken nose
And according to my folks, I ain't got no goals, and
Ain't it funny when the music play?
Everybody wanna dance, but put the dirt on your name
I could be six feet, it won't change, not a thing
Still be a bum bitch, I just hope that she came
[Outro: Powfu]
I guess this could be my home
A binder and a bottle of cologne
(Yeah) I won't scream 'cause I don't wanna be
Standing in the middle of the road
(Yeah) Sport teams, act tough for the girls
If only they could see above the belt
(Yeah) This year, won't come out of my shell
I'll walk into the locker myself