Believe Your Own Hype. Always. Lyrics

Well I've been labouring nine to five, my e's and my
ciggies will keep me alive.
I'm a genius, that's my secret, we can jive to grind-
core, and my soul you can keep it.
Oooh ska punk hour is coming our way, I'll dance like a
twat because i might just be gay.
I'd rather burn my face off than smell you rot, but no
one needs a conscience when you're sucking the cock.

And I believe my own hype, always.
I believe my own hype, always.
Believe your own hype and you might just get out
Believe your own hype and you might just get out get out.

I'd rather be in jaxx on a thursday night.
I'd rather be in jaxx on a thursday night.
I'd rather be in jaxx on a thursday night.
Oh I'd rather be in jaxx on a thursday night.

Hip-hop
Metal
Hard-rock
Pop art
Pop art
Pop art
Pop art

And I believe my own hype, always.
I believe my own hype, always.
Believe your own hype and you might just get out
Believe your own hyper and you might just get out, get
out.

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