Artist: Speak Album: Inside Out Boy Song: The Rose Parade Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Speak] Wakin up somewhere in Ladera Next to a girl with smeared mascara Her looks say groupie, first name Sarah Another victim of the art goon era Holy fuck - what am I becomin Momma said I need to go and do somethin stunnin With my life, instead I seat here soakin by the fireplace Breakin down weed tryin to find a higher place Addicted to porno and cyberspace Eternal sunshine 'round tight mind erase God damn sometimes I be forgettin Every lesson learned in the college room settin I didn't make the grade so I didn't give a damn Intelligent but lazy, they couldn't understand What it's like to be better than everyone you know Or what it's like to make a few fuckin racks off a show Pockets on swoll, ego on overload Drugs all around and I pray I don't overdose If I do I'll leave a beautiful corpse Bury me in my tux with a carton of 'ports [Chorus] Life ain't nothin but a rose parade Everythin that we see artificially made And we all line up to take a look at the floats But why the fuck would I want to stay behind this rope? [Speak] Nope - daddy was right, I never do listen but the blind old cunt couldn't really see my vision Credit score low when I never held a job down Snackin on Xany bars just so I could calm down My friends question why I'm so off-beat or why I choose to write my name in wet concrete Dream and sit back all day and romanticize Do as fuck girls get guapped then they vadalise Burn it all down, pissin on the ashes And watch her deep throat for some backstage passes God damn, is that how momma raised you? Or is everything I do just amaze you? Fuck payin dues, I'm too punk son I rather fuck a white girl with a trust fund and blow her dough instead of spendin mine One of a kind, young rap God with a shrine, yeeh Ricardo! Get the God damn hovercraft The whores are after our money again [Chorus]