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Andrew Ross McMahon (born September 3, 1982) is a singer/songwriter. He is the vocalist, pianist and primary songwriter for the bands Something Corporate and Jack's Mannequin; he also performs solo.
McMahon was born in Concord, Massachusetts. He briefly lived in New Jersey until 1991, when his family moved to Bexley, Ohio where he attended Cassingham Elementary School. His family relocated frequently due to his father's occupation in retail. McMahon recalls that while he was in fourth grade, they briefly stayed in California to support his mother's family after the loss of her brother. The death had a large impact on the family, and Andrew has a tattoo on his forearm in his uncle's memory. Following the death of his uncle, who was a musician himself, McMahon became inspired to get involved with music, and began teaching himself piano very soon afterward.
McMahon's family decided to settle in California shortly before he entered eighth grade. He would later describe himself as "a pudgy, outgoing, artistic little kid who never quite fit into the California scene". He graduated from the public Dana Hills High School in 2000.
Don't worry about the miss haps
Chin straps, headlock
We all go the same rides
We all got the same drives
2011: we all in the same spot
Make a choice, you have a voice
Back then, we was parted by the masters
Gave us religion so we couldn't move past it
In reality it's all about the Earth
People turn their back
Because of money and it's worth
Now I will never work just to work
People dying every day
Just to buy a t-shirt
And why college is so expensive?
People wanna learn, but there's always some fences
I tell you like that
I move with forgiveness
People always wanna cut
But not with precision
I guess that we're gifted
This is one life to live and I'mma live it
Fuck the critics, I'm happy: Lil Boss!
I'm from Waterfront, Bay Area
California man
Lil Boss: party, no party
People still rocking
Young Based God, no way to stop me
Stop with the hate
The cowards watching
Signed a couple checks
I ain't talking deposits
This is?
This is wannabe gangstas
People that get lost
No walks with the strangers
Had no friends
I was looking for an angel
Wanted the floor map
But I ain't have no angles
Now every time I see the flag
I salute to the thugs
The flag salutes back
That's America for us
People die just to speak to the
Freedom before us
Now we pleading for more stuff
We can watch over
There's clones in the hood
Everybody is a soldier
And everybody with this shit
But don't nobody wanna teach nobody
Wanna get sick, but get caught for the crime
That's why I keep it so real
Life after life, we might not talk
But I'm fine...
I'm at peace, one love man, fixed that beef
Can't nobody do it like that boy Lil B
That's real shit