| All you wanna do is cocaine
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| Play guitar, think that you’re Cobain
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| Paint your nails and you pop your pills
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| And you tell your friends how you copped a feel
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| Why you gotta roll your own smokes
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| You’re the only one laughing at your own jokes
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| You can bleach your hair till your someone else
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| But I’ll always have you figured out
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| You’re so full of it
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| Smells like counterfeit
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| Just a narcissist, fakin' it
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| Oh you’re such a wannabe (ah ah)
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| You can’t pull that shit with me (ah ah)
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| Nothing but a wannabe (ah ah)
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| Boy, that shit is basic, such an imitation
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| Such a wannabe
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| Baby, you’re a walking cliché
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| Drop me off if you wanna drop names
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| Play pretend with your famous friends
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| But I wonder why they never call on week days
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| You’d do anything
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| To be relevant
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| I’m just telling it how it is
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| Oh you’re such a wannabe (ah ah)
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| You can’t pull that shit with me (ah ah)
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| Nothing but a wannabe (ah ah)
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| Boy, that shit is basic, such an imitation
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| Such a wannabe
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| You just want attention
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| Followers and mentions
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| Wonder what it feels like
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| Running away from real life
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| Oh you’re such a wannabe (ah ah)
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| You can’t pull that shit with me (ah ah)
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| Nothing but a wannabe (ah ah)
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| Boy, that shit is basic, such an imitation
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| Such a wannabe |