That Phone Is a Brick Video (MV)

Yeah, aged twelve, first day at a new school
In a room full of pupils, 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 neighbourhood
All think I'm an asshole
And the rich kids hate me 'cause
I don't live in a castle
And my home life is f*cked
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
And 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 motherf*cking brick
That phone is a motherf*cking brick
Where the hell'd you find
Something that big?
And the hot girls used to say this shit, like
That phone is a motherf*cking brick
That phone is a motherf*cking brick
Why are you talking to me? You're weird

I'm like, why are you laughing
Motherf*cker?
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 pawn store 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 flattened 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
'Cause adults can be mean but
Kids are really damaging so I left at lunch
I was so f*cking 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 motherf*cking brick
That phone is a motherf*cking brick
Where the hell'd you find
Something that big?
And the hot girls used to say this shit, like
That phone is a motherf*cking brick
That phone is a motherf*cking 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 realise 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 motherf*cking brick
That phone is a motherf*cking brick
Where the hell'd you find
Something that big?
And the hot girls used to say this shit, like
That phone is a motherf*cking brick
That phone is a motherf*cking brick
Why are you talking to me? You're weird