A lot of shit changed, but I got my life
Look at my spirit I feel like I did a heist
Now look at my neck, I know it's wet I need some rice
I look like Justin Bieber, you know I brought my knife
I'm a pretty boy just know I'm laying pipe
I could afford to dodge these pretty bitches out of spite
I swear my opp like Cujo how he tryna bite
Swear that pussy my Day 1 how that shit be tight
Nothings off the table, he could catch you on a bike
I do not do no dirty, I'm just playing the sound bites
Yeah, I'm blowing on this moonrock, I'm flying kites
I met his bitch and I ain't third-wheeling like a trike
Bitch, I'm trying to be caught around the world like SARS
Bitch, I'm blowing this gas out the back of fast cars
I'm not a Shell employee, but this blunt on 20 gallons
Think I'm punk-rock, she in love with Billy Talent
You know I bring the hurt, I feel like a locker
I look at you and laugh; like watching Meet the Fockers
This bitch is trying to vent to me
Do I look like the Impostor?
Fuck her then I kick her out my place like soccer
Yuh, yuh, yuh this the intro, damn
Sippin' juice, I'm blowing this Indo, damn
This life too fast for her, for me it's a slow jam
I swear that she my Arial and you stuck in Comic Sans
Making hits in here I feel like Bamm-Bamm
Fame had made me sick, I think I need to reach the town
I'm feeling sewage in the distance on my hands
But that's my person and I'm proud of who I am

sewerperson - billy talent (prod. joey600)

breht