[Bliss:] 

We Aint From Life In The Gutter, So They Dont Feel Our Stuff 

What You Like To Be Stubborn? What We Aint Real Enough 

Cuz We White From The Suburbs And We Write From A Brother's 

Raw And Uncut Emotionblazin' A Mic In The Cupboard 

You Motherfuckers Make Me Laugh With That Ridiculous Shit 

Who Brings It Like Nick-Ity-Split, As Wicked At This? 

See These Ballers See A White Boy, Star Kiddin' N Laugh 

But Im Like Billy Hoyle Hustlin' Sidney For Cash 

And You Just Talkin Loud, You An Imposter Clown 

Where'd You Pick Your Style Up? The Fuckin' Lost And Found 

Gosh It Sounds Like Youwashed It Down 

And Sprinkled It With Sugar Just To Get Your Little Career Off The Ground