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You are who you fk, or so I am told
In this miserable city, where status is gold
I've seen s**t-eating people who claw their way up
Looking for the acceptance that they never got
It's all about winning the meat market games
Among all the rejects, dropouts and fakes
Did everyone give you the attention you seek
Who's arm are you draped on this fking week
Trophy boys and trohpy girls
Go fk yourself, I hate your world
Fair-weather friends are keeping score
Name dropper, name fker
You're a fking wh*re