Tell me why ya came， tell me why you’re here

Tell me why your voice is always ringing in my ear

You wanna be the man

Hangin with my crew

Who the hell are you though

I see you’re always at my shows， always with my bros.

Always finding places where I think nobody goes

I can’t seem to shake you from this

So now I have to break you from this



Can’t you just let me be

Leech



Aw， get it straight



Can’t you take a hint， thought you had a friend

That’s such a shame that you’re coming around again.

And I’d really love to take ya out like Chuck Norris

Instead I’d kick ’em with a vocal， slap ’em with a chorus

Man I really shouldn’t have to beg

What makes me sick is when your mommy and daddy hit the bed

Oh you say you’ll not get that picture

So I’ll frame this scripta to grip ya



Stop sticking around [3X]