Cut It

Cut it

The latest fashion just don't seem to fit
Ain't got the body, was born misfit
Preoccupation with being oh-so-sharp
The frustration when you ain't got the art

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, hey, hey

Well, no one's gonna push me around
Gonna stand here, I'm gonna stand my ground
I'm going to cut it, cut it

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa, cut it
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa, cut it

You don't need money in a big fat wallet
You don't need status, so get, get off it
Well, they don't like it when I'm push and pulling
They give me a brush-off
What do they think they're doing?

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, hey, hey

Well, no one's gonna push me around
Gonna stand here, I'm gonna stand my ground
I'm going to cut it, cut it

Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa, cut it
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa, cut it, cut it

Cut it
Cut it
Cut it

What you gonna do?
Cut it
What you gonna do?
Cut it
What you gonna do?
Cut it
What you gonna do?
Cut it