Contextual Analysis of "social club" in Lyrics

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you gents couldn't point me in the direction of the cypress social club

ia poshlyi

anti social

we talk we talk

we're scared of fucking up

the ones you bring with your friends be all like who's this

spit flames and we skip names in the fits game we the new kids

if the ceiling's not like 30 or 40 feet i get claustrophobic

she said that i'm screwed up

except for a couple more things

the game done changed since we last dropped

everybody trippin' off of what it means

i will always be me and never try to fit in

i'm on my cuba

aye aye aye

uhh

i feel like a vigilante

rednecks

low cash

wandering the night alone

pondering the why

you have just been rocked

we're more than a band

that good city

brb

yeah everybody here is a member of

ain't nothing broke nothing to fix