Wannabe

(álbum: Staind - 2011)

I'm selling records, what is it that you do?
Sitting in your momma's basement with a shiatsu
Peanut butter on your dick, right hand going click
With your left hand, giving you a rimjob

So now you wanna talk about me?
Whose name is on the marquee?
You hate everything that you can't be
I've heard enough, man, fuck

You're just a solo, turncoat rockstar
Pussy, poser, popstar

Because you're nothing but a wannabe
It's so easy when you're faceless
Why don't you focus on your misery
Instead of focusing on me?

So number two, that's right, what is it you're rolling
Now that your momma's Ford Focus got stolen?
But it don't matter, 'cause you got nowhere ta go
So back to the hating, frantic masturbating

So now you wanna talk about me?
You know, the songs that you download for free?
You hate everything that you can't be
I've heard enough, man, fuck

You're just a solo, turncoat, popstar
Pussy, poser, rockstar

Because you're nothing but a wannabe
It's so easy when you're faceless
Why don't you focus on your misery
Instead of focusing on me?

So number two, that's right, what is it you're rolling
Now that your momma's Ford Focus got stolen?
But it don't matter, 'cause you got nowhere to go
So back to the hating, frantic masturbating
So now you wanna talk about me?
So now you wanna talk about me?

Because you're nothing but a wannabe
It's so easy when you're faceless
Why don't you focus on your misery
Instead of focusing on me?

Nothing but a wannabe (instead of focusing on me)
It's so easy when you're faceless
Why don't you focus on your misery
Instead of focusing on me?

I'm selling records, what is it that you do?
Sitting in your momma's basement
I'm selling records, what is it that you do?
I'm selling records