Trendy winds are blowing through my hair
The punk elite are checking every thing I wear
I'm tired of their endelss whine, why can't they mind their own ?
Cause what I am is what I will be
Don't need you or your crew
To tell me what to think or do
Everyday when you try to waste my time
I waste a rhyme

Sometimes I can't understand what's wrong
Cause this whole scene is filled with people who's bad and nong
You're an idiot a loser man, if you go their way
Cause you don't need no one-track crew now

Sometimes I can't understand what's wrong
To all you suckers we dedicate this song