DeM atlaS - Grbge Trsh lyrics

Check it out I really need to grow up Maybe i should get older wiser Hey sir can you help me out Could you help me out Could you help me out Just help me out I really need to get wiser older Maybe you can help me out Never was really too good at sports Never really knew how to play the sh** Everyone always used to crowd around Everyone always used to get down With the funky sound of the funky drummer Number one style for the number one summer Here he goes again Everyone going to say Why it never go my way Why it never go my way My way my way Every morning wake up to a bad day Thinking about you And tattoos and clown shoes And good thing I got up's and downs Got help some time Drink some liquor ought to help sometime Maybe i don't need to feel alright Once in min going once in a while Mama ain't seen my face in a while Everything going my way Why isn't anything going my way Why is everybody standing in my way Somebody help me out Won't somebody help me out [x7] Never was too good at sports Never really ate the fork of the fork Never really gave a f** ya see Everyone think i got leprosy Never is really that bad Nothing really ever really mattered to me Why the f** won't she look my way I can't stand it [aughaahhhhh] Call these women Jay Hawkins of the 21st centuary The name's DeM atlaS I'm rocking with MF DOOM on this sh** This is called Garbage Day #3 Maybe you need to pay attention or read Tv or television get a itty bita superstition Or whatever you need Somebody help me out Won't somebody help me out [x7] Somebody somebody [x2] This is dedicated to you You and you and you and you This is dedicated to you You and you and you and you This is dedicated to you You and you and you and you and you Alright Help me out [x3]