That Phone Is a Brick

Yeah, aged 12 first day at a new school

In a room full of peoples, pubescent being brutal

It was casual dressed, which made it even worse

Me in my resting shirt couldn't let them see me hurt

They're all in Ralph Lauren but me I'm just poor as shit

At a private school and I'm only here on scholarship

The girls ignore me and I'm beat up by the older kids

But the teachers quiz me like I wonder what your problem is?

Well the kids in my neighborhood will think I'm an asshole

And the rich kids hate me cos I don't live in a castle

And my home life is fucked I'm copping shit from my uncle

At school I get in trouble, these are things that I juggle

So I save my lunch money, starve for months straight!

To get a phone of my own, I'll be cool you just wait

Then I finally get it and I show it to a kid

He's like ha ha ha that phone is a brick!

The cool kids used to say this shit like

That phone is a mother fucking brick, that phone is a mother fucking brick

Where the hell'd you find something that big?

And the hot girls used to say this shit like

That phone is a mother fucking brick, that phone is a mother fucking brick

Why are you talking to me, you're weird!

I'm like, why are you laughing mother fucker, you have one of those

Exactly like mine

He said you'll find that was months ago

Of course I've got another phone since I'm not poor

I already sold that old dinosaur to a porn star

In fact it was probably the same place you bought yours

But I understand man it's not like you can afford more

Damn that flatter me, took everything I had in me

It was supposed to be my ticket to popularity!

But it turned out actually just more pain and tragedy

Cos adults can be mean but kids are really damaging

So I left at lunch I was so fucking embarrassed, head slumped in sadness just to punch my mattress

Hating all the rich kids, what a bunch of actors

But pursuing their approval of pathetic double standards

Feeling so defeated like a total idiot, so I took my brick phone and binned it

The cool kids used to say this shit like

That phone is a mother fucking brick, that phone is a mother fucking brick

Where the hell'd you find something that big?

And the hot girls used to say this shit like

That phone is a mother fucking brick, that phone is a mother fucking brick

Why are you talking to me, you're weird!

Now as I build up my life as a grown man, with the newest piece of shit on a phone plan

Home in a leafy street with more than enough things

I tell myself to remember how little stuff means

And then I think back to all my memories of everything stressful

And realize it's integral to the recipe

So really they were right, in this moment it clicks

My life is a wall and that phone is a brick…

The cool kids used to say this shit like

That phone is a mother fucking brick, that phone is a mother fucking brick

Where the hell'd you find something that big?

And the hot girls used to say this shit like

That phone is a mother fucking brick, that phone is a mother fucking brick

Why are you talking to me, you're weird!