wannabe
All you wanna do is cocaine
Play guitar, think that you're Cobain
Paint your nails and you pop your pills
And you tell your friends that you copped a feel
Why you gotta roll your own smokes?
You're the only one laughing at your own jokes
You can bleach your hair, 'till you're someone else
But I'll always have you figured out
(Oh) you're so full of it
(Oh) smells like counterfeit
(Oh) just a narcissist
Faking it
Oh, you're such a wannabe, ah-ah
But you can't pull that shit with me, ah-ah
Nothing, but a wannabe, ah-ah
Boy, that shit is basic, such an imitation
Such a wannabe
Baby, you're a walking cliché
Drop me off if you wanna drop names
Play pretend with your famous friends
But I wonder why they never call on weekdays
(Oh) you'll do anything
(Oh) to be relevant
(Oh) I'm just telling it
How it is
Oh, you're such a wannabe, ah-ah
But you can't pull that shit with me, ah-ah
Nothing, but a wannabe, ah-ah
Boy, that shit is basic, such an imitation
Such a wannabe
You just want attention
Followers and mentions
Wonder what it feels like
Running away from real life
Oh, you're such a wannabe (such a wannabe)
O-oh
But you can't pull that show with me, oh
Nothing, but a wannabe (nothing, but a wannabe)
O-oh
Boy, that shit is basic, such an imitation
Such a wannabe
Play guitar, think that you're Cobain
Paint your nails and you pop your pills
And you tell your friends that you copped a feel
Why you gotta roll your own smokes?
You're the only one laughing at your own jokes
You can bleach your hair, 'till you're someone else
But I'll always have you figured out
(Oh) you're so full of it
(Oh) smells like counterfeit
(Oh) just a narcissist
Faking it
Oh, you're such a wannabe, ah-ah
But you can't pull that shit with me, ah-ah
Nothing, but a wannabe, ah-ah
Boy, that shit is basic, such an imitation
Such a wannabe
Baby, you're a walking cliché
Drop me off if you wanna drop names
Play pretend with your famous friends
But I wonder why they never call on weekdays
(Oh) you'll do anything
(Oh) to be relevant
(Oh) I'm just telling it
How it is
Oh, you're such a wannabe, ah-ah
But you can't pull that shit with me, ah-ah
Nothing, but a wannabe, ah-ah
Boy, that shit is basic, such an imitation
Such a wannabe
You just want attention
Followers and mentions
Wonder what it feels like
Running away from real life
Oh, you're such a wannabe (such a wannabe)
O-oh
But you can't pull that show with me, oh
Nothing, but a wannabe (nothing, but a wannabe)
O-oh
Boy, that shit is basic, such an imitation
Such a wannabe
Credits
Writer(s): Kellen R. Pomeranz, David Charles Fischer, Jeffrey Hazin, Jesse Fink, Lauren Isenberg
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