Please tell me what is takin’ place, Cuz I can’t seem to find a trace, Guess it must have got erased somehow Probably cause I always forget, Everytime someone tells me their name, It’s always gotta be the same. (in my world) Never wore cover up, Always beat the boys up, Grew up in a five thousand population town, Made my money by cutting grass, Got fired by fried chicken ass, All in a small town, in napanee. You know I always stay up without sleepin’, And think to myself, Where do I belong...