Ode to Justin Bieber (feat. Jack Shoot & JMSEY)
Oh, shit, oh
Yeah, it's really, really weird to want the whole world to love you
I think it's pretty bad for my life and relationships
Sometimes I walk into public and instantly
think that the public doesn't like me, shit
I don't really know what I want but
I do know that I want a little more
Of your attention, your love
Just look me in the eyes as I try to make you bleep
Two DUI's, seven thousand for the state
If I don't blow up then I'm going back for minimum wage
So just smile, yo, please smile
Look at me in the eyes, hold it for a while
It's really, really weird to want the whole world to love you
Kill all the pop stars and replace them with wholesome adults
And I'm getting better at being better
At being nice to my friends or whatever
It's really, really weird to have the whole world judge you
Justin Bieber never even got a pair to fucking shake
And you buy your mom a house at 13
You gonna be fucked up mentally, you know
I'm really, really sorry that nobody understands
And that we treat you like that
I'm really, really sorry that nobody understands
And we're all really mean and dumb, and dumb, and you, and
And we really shouldn't be following you around all the time
That's pretty fucked up dude, and I just wanna say too
None of these dudes even understand, neither me too
None of these dudes even understand, neither me too
None of these dudes even understand, neither me too
None of these dudes even understand, neither me too
None of these dudes even understand, understand, understand
You are so fucking wrong, Frank
Not about wanting people to love you, and then they do
But then they judge you so your whole life falls apart
But you are wrong about Justin Bieber, let me explain
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait...
It's really, really weird to live your whole life on TV
When I was eating Frosted Flakes
You were probably singing great
You made a song and my mom even loved it
I made a song and everybody said, fuck it
It's really, really weird to throw an egg at your neighbor
I threw rocks and nobody even cared
You were on the front page of TMZ
I would just walk home and go to sleep
It's really, really weird and I'm tired of trying
Really, really hard to get the whole world to like me
It's kinda fucked up
I've been crying lately
I wanna wipe the tears with that Grammy, baby
It's really, really weird but I really respect you
For not strangling all the press that press you
I would go insane and just stay in my bedroom
We're gonna show up to your house and protect you
I'm really, really sorry that nobody understands
And that we treat you like that
I'm really, really sorry that nobody understands
And we're all really mean and dumb, and dumb, and you, and
And we really shouldn't be following you around all the time
That's pretty fucked up dude, and I just wanna say too
None of these dudes even understand, neither me too
None of these dudes even understand, neither me too
None of these dudes even understand, neither me too
None of these dudes even understand, neither me too
None of these dudes even understand, understand, understand
My friends are counting on me and I hope that they're right
That I could really help them with the rest of their life
I'm not sure if they should see me for the guy that I am
Just that indecisive kid who really wants to be friends, and
My family's counting on me, and I'm glad that they are
'Cause, 'cause I can help them keep all their houses and cars
I came a long way from sleeping in my car by the park
And taking fucking shits in the field in the dark
But when the lights turn off, will I still feel the same as I used to?
I think you said you wish that none of this ever happened
And I don't blame you
You'll always leave a hole in my heart
And memories in my mind, and discover
All of the dreams we had
Will never be over
Yeah, it's really, really weird to want the whole world to love you
I think it's pretty bad for my life and relationships
Sometimes I walk into public and instantly
think that the public doesn't like me, shit
I don't really know what I want but
I do know that I want a little more
Of your attention, your love
Just look me in the eyes as I try to make you bleep
Two DUI's, seven thousand for the state
If I don't blow up then I'm going back for minimum wage
So just smile, yo, please smile
Look at me in the eyes, hold it for a while
It's really, really weird to want the whole world to love you
Kill all the pop stars and replace them with wholesome adults
And I'm getting better at being better
At being nice to my friends or whatever
It's really, really weird to have the whole world judge you
Justin Bieber never even got a pair to fucking shake
And you buy your mom a house at 13
You gonna be fucked up mentally, you know
I'm really, really sorry that nobody understands
And that we treat you like that
I'm really, really sorry that nobody understands
And we're all really mean and dumb, and dumb, and you, and
And we really shouldn't be following you around all the time
That's pretty fucked up dude, and I just wanna say too
None of these dudes even understand, neither me too
None of these dudes even understand, neither me too
None of these dudes even understand, neither me too
None of these dudes even understand, neither me too
None of these dudes even understand, understand, understand
You are so fucking wrong, Frank
Not about wanting people to love you, and then they do
But then they judge you so your whole life falls apart
But you are wrong about Justin Bieber, let me explain
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait...
It's really, really weird to live your whole life on TV
When I was eating Frosted Flakes
You were probably singing great
You made a song and my mom even loved it
I made a song and everybody said, fuck it
It's really, really weird to throw an egg at your neighbor
I threw rocks and nobody even cared
You were on the front page of TMZ
I would just walk home and go to sleep
It's really, really weird and I'm tired of trying
Really, really hard to get the whole world to like me
It's kinda fucked up
I've been crying lately
I wanna wipe the tears with that Grammy, baby
It's really, really weird but I really respect you
For not strangling all the press that press you
I would go insane and just stay in my bedroom
We're gonna show up to your house and protect you
I'm really, really sorry that nobody understands
And that we treat you like that
I'm really, really sorry that nobody understands
And we're all really mean and dumb, and dumb, and you, and
And we really shouldn't be following you around all the time
That's pretty fucked up dude, and I just wanna say too
None of these dudes even understand, neither me too
None of these dudes even understand, neither me too
None of these dudes even understand, neither me too
None of these dudes even understand, neither me too
None of these dudes even understand, understand, understand
My friends are counting on me and I hope that they're right
That I could really help them with the rest of their life
I'm not sure if they should see me for the guy that I am
Just that indecisive kid who really wants to be friends, and
My family's counting on me, and I'm glad that they are
'Cause, 'cause I can help them keep all their houses and cars
I came a long way from sleeping in my car by the park
And taking fucking shits in the field in the dark
But when the lights turn off, will I still feel the same as I used to?
I think you said you wish that none of this ever happened
And I don't blame you
You'll always leave a hole in my heart
And memories in my mind, and discover
All of the dreams we had
Will never be over
Credits
Writer(s): Frank Jorge Lopes Jr., Derek Lynch, James Nguyen
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