Everybodys judged by the clothes they wear,

the main nightmare is that people will stop and stare

and the only care that people have in their minds is that

there's all kinds of calvin kleines, and pork rinds who cant

read behind the lines, seems, all the buttons all the dreams

all the people in their teens are to keen on becomin the next

best dressed queen.



The only ingredient that you will ever need

seems to be such a fucked up one indeed

but all it takes is a bunch of fakes

to fuckin make you loose it, booze it 'n' snooze it

all the stupid magazines that you shitz have put to bed

just makes people wanna fuckin improve their crappy street cred.