Lyrics:

The man at the door, 6 foot 4
Just told me that I can’t get in
He said that it was closing
But he was only lying

‘Cause it was only open for his friends
I came to have a good time
Wanted to spin my edge, Yes I did
But had me feeling like I wasn’t good enough to come in

Hey big boy I guess you’ve got your cool shoes on
I see you with your friends, you’re rocking the same trend as them
Hey bubbly girl, I guess you’ve got your cool shoes
Sucks that ain’t cool enough to hang your clan, ah dang

The girl with the smoky eyes dipped in the skewer reminiscing over mocking birds
She’s a birdie that likes to mock and just talks talks talks
That messed up

Oh, she doesn’t gets it
Because she thinks she perfect
And everyone to rock will think she’s right

Well let me tell you something
That karma is a bitch
And when it comes to rock
You’re gonna feel that chick

Hey big boy I guess you’ve got your cool shoes on
I see you with your friends, you’re rocking the same trend as them
Hey bubbly girl, I guess you’ve got your cool shoes
Sucks that ain’t cool enough to hang your clan, ah dang

The cast outs, the bullied arounds
The ones that got chased out of town
The cats that always got put down
The longer they’re away, they come back around

I promise you’re gonna see your better days
I promise it won’t always be this way
So let them fools believe that they could
Cause one day they’re gonna walk in your shoes

Hey big boy I guess you’ve got your cool shoes on
I see you with your friends, you’re rocking the same trend as them
Hey bubbly girl, I guess you’ve got your cool shoes
Sucks that ain’t cool enough to hang your clan, ah dang

Hey big boy I guess you’ve got your cool shoes on
I see you with your friends, you’re rocking the same trend as them
Hey bubbly girl, I guess you’ve got your cool shoes
Sucks that ain’t cool enough to hang your clan, ah dang