My Own Fan

Quater to 3 waiting impatiently
The day never ceases to end
The night is young we've just begun
The moonlight replaces the sun

They try and tell us that we don't belong
Angered that we don't respond
Can't wai to prove that they're wrong

What's right for me may not be right for you
If you don't like what you see
Quit keeping tabs on what I do
I couldn't give a damn if you don't like what I am
It's my life , fuck off, I'm my own fan

The top goes down terrorize in tinsel town
Hanging with my boys out to make some noise
City lights, bar room fights, neon lights
That's where I want to be

Can't wait to prove that they're all fucking wrong!