Music: Roberto Orosa
Stop, wait a minute
Your face, I can't pinpoint it
Were you there in '03?
Still not fun at parties?
Stop, wait a second
You were the guy, I'm guessing
You still on the "fake" cool
An ego you could see through
3-2-1 and you **** things up
Did no one teach you to shut up
Guess some things just never change But who's to blame?
3-2-1, and you take this space
Occupying centerstage
Open secret, no one wants you here That's right
Suckers
There's no place for you
You're nothing but a tool
Did I
stutter
All of the fun resumes
When you leave the room
And it is what it is, what it is, what it is, right? You gonna tell me?
That whatcha gonna tell me?
That whatcha gonna tell me?
3-2-1 and you'll **** things up
Same old, same old, out of luck
Pushing thirty, never changed
And who's to blame?
3-2-1, and you're on the couch
On your phone, and you run your mouth Text you no one really wants you here