Nobody ever thought much of the fat kid in 5th grade 'Cause he told the jokes in hopes to cover up his pain All he ever wanted was to fit in with the crowd Though he never did, the crowd would become a familiar sound He couldn't see all that he'd become And in times of weakness, strength would come He planted seeds, but watered weeds It only left him thirsty, but I am all I need to succeed I was searching in a landfill for authenticity Oh-oh-oh, ay-ay-ay I was smelling plastic roses, expecting something sweet Nobody ever thought much of the sad boy writing songs 'Cause it takes the trophies and green paper till they tag along When he had no voice, nobody even knew his name But in five years time, they'll all claim that fat kid in 5th grade I was searching in a landfill for authenticity Oh-oh-oh, ooh-ooh-ooh I was smelling plastic roses, expecting something sweet But sometimes searching in a landfill is exactly what you need