Omar Jaber - Distilled Lyrics

They will tell you that it's worthwhile
To break your back just for a while
And if you ask too many questions
They'll say f*ck you with a smile
So get in line boy, you're still a child
And don't get to acting up all wild
It's gonna take more than
Mama's money to be their friend
Ain't that funny
But in the end, they will promise you
Happy things like a life in Malibu
But that's pretend
Yet you defend
The monsters under your bed, under your bed
Oh, under your bed
Yeah, yeah
Oh no, but you take two buses just to prove that you
Got the spark, that one everyone else has too
But you got a fat pocket
So to them you're cool
Not a talent in your body but, hey
Welcome to the new school
Who you calling a fool
When they got you on your knees
Like all the girls behind your high school
This ain't the same, I know
And it's not a game and so I'd
Like to welcome you to hell
Eh, eh, eh yeah
Welcome to hell
Eh, eh, eh yeah
Welcome to hell, eh
Welcome to hell, eh
Welcome to hell, eh, eh, eh, yeah
Oh, welcome to hell, eh, eh, eh, yeah
Welcome to hell, eh, eh, eh, yeah
Welcome to hell, eh
Oh, welcome to hell, eh, eh, eh, yeah
Oh no, but you take two buses just to prove that you
Got the spark, that one everyone else has too
But you got a fat pocket
So to them you're cool
Not a talent in your body but, hey
Welcome to the new school
(Welcome to hell, eh, eh, eh, yeah)
(Welcome to hell, eh)
(Welcome to hell, eh)
(Welcome to hell, eh, eh, eh, yeah)
(Welcome to hell, eh, eh, eh, yeah)
(Welcome to hell, eh)
(Oh, welcome to hell, eh, eh, eh, yeah)