Текст песни Shitty Speakers - Simo Soo

Pump this out your laptop with those shitty speakers
Punk, this between us, don't ever repeat this
Play this in the club to those weekend tweakers
I'm unique I need this, don't wanna keep it secret
Pump this out your laptop with those shitty speakers
Punk, this between us, don't ever repeat this
Play this in the club to those weekend tweakers
I'm unique I need this, don't wanna keep it secret

Put me on your playlist, I'm amazing, it's frustrating
My heart is breakin' and I'm feelin' oh so underrated
Yeah, all I do is work, my dad was such a jerk
I look for constant validation in the eyes of all these strangers
I'm feeling totally rejuvenated on a new leaf
I do things I'm never imitated I'm so kooky
I'm so spooky at the crossroads with Britney
Feeling floopy, skull and crossbones on this city
Spent my youth thirstin' more when I shoulda been Gordon
I'm a loner, I'm a rebel, man this shit's not important
I didn't need no one when I was in LA
At the Gossip party yelling 'fuck you phonies'
Always be that tiny child proving to myself that I'm worth shit
While I'm working and playing shows or chillin' with some chill kids
I grew up sleeping on my best friend's floor
I'm through the wire man, cos I can be more

Pump this out your laptop with those shitty speakers
Punk, this between us, don't ever repeat this
Play this in the club to those weekend tweakers
I'm unique I need this, don't wanna keep it secret
Pump this out your laptop with those shitty speakers
Punk, this between us, don't ever repeat this
Play this in the club to those weekend tweakers
I'm unique I need this, don't wanna keep it secret

So productive 'cos I never thought that I would live this long
Output trapped on laptops behind passwords saved in Ableton
Hours spent on TMI so this doesn't spiral
My cables totally vital, they stop me being suicidal
Queer as fuck, never gonna stop, puke on all the cops
Cheer me up, ice cream on my face, Guwop
Pan's Labyrinth childhood in the suburbs
My ghost stories got me feelin' somethin' under the covers
Sleepwalk and wake up in the bathtub
Making out and listening to 2Pac
Smoking weed in your mum's garage
Shoutout my best friend who died in high school, that was so fucked
Bowie died they gave him one week of airplay
How I'm 'sposed to be remembered when it's that way
At my funeral I want Skrillex to DJ
Then shoot me into space like the Oddysey baby