I'm Sam, you see, I like the way I be
Even though they all make fun of me
My nipples tickle and my body hurts
So please don't touch me you'll only make it worse
I'm scared; I'm shy; I'm only sixteen
And it kinda sucks that I can't be mean
I stay inside so I'm really white
But I wouldn't change me, I think I'm alright
My hair is long, I'm really tall
I'm only a fourth of an inch shorter than Alex
He just likes to be a butt.

No me gusta Alex, y usted es gordo. (Claro que no.)
Just kidding.

Yo I'm Alex and I'm taller than Sam
I'm a pale lanky kid, and I drive a white van
I like cruisin' with the Pale Force and pumpin' the bass
Yo, chill out bro, 'cause this ain't a race
I got blonde hair on the top of my head
Before one o'clock you can find me in bed
I'm a creature of the night, I hate the sunlight
When it's dark outside my thoughts will take flight
And- Ah! Sam! (shawty)
Touching me, why is Sam touching me? (shawty)
I don't know. Do you want me to just jump back in? (shawty)
Alright
Twin Falls now, but it won't stop here
Gotta move onto college and pick a career
Lotsa places to go and lotsa people to meet
But for now the Pale Force is rockin' these streets

Yo my name is Skyler, but you can call me Danger
I'm definitely pale so I'm a true player
I wear beanies on my head and Tevas on my feet
I like to keep it real so now listen to me speak
Morning Sun is the place I call my home
With Pale Force, these are the streets I roll
It started out with Define three years ago
But now that's gone, so Pale Force here we go
You can find me bumpin' Paint it Black, Holding Back
As long as it's my favorite track
You will never ever find me drinking beer
I'm not straight edge, but that's a good idear
Now I'll leave you with this final note:
I don't want your mixtape; I don't care if you're broke
Your fame didn't come from your talent or your skill
It came from your friends who live up on the hill

Everyone knows that my first name is Hayden
I like Matchbox 20, but not Iron Maiden
I'm only seventeen; I've never been arrested
We like to tell Sam he's gonna be molested
Getting kinda chubby; way too out of shape
I drink too much love, my favorite Crush is grape
Still pretty young; I don't have a wifey
I'd rather read The Shinning than get highfy
I hit the snooze six times before noon
Dress up for the man gotta get a job soon
Wish life was good, now I could have a greeter
Could be Mr. Walmart, could be Peter
Got too many shoes; Vans, Reeboks, and Nikes
I'm all over the map, Swiper wants to swipe me

I'm Jordan Breen, not torn at the seams
I mix frickin weird beats, and other things
I don't need dough, I don't roll with the hoes
Because I'm not a frickin bro
Enjoy this track tax free
Just thank me for my courtesy
The Condensed Version rockin' this song
I haven't even started yet so just hold on
It's occurred to me that this is easy
Don't take much talent to be Weezy
Auto-tune's a frickin joke
It takes one click for a beautiful throat
So please thank me for my gift to you
Listen to these tracks just made for few
And you'll be kinda creeped out.