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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aaron Lewis
Aaron Lewis
Vocals
Johnny April
Johnny April
Bass Guitar
Michael Mushok
Michael Mushok
Lead Guitar
Jonathan Wysocki
Jonathan Wysocki
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Lewis
Aaron Lewis
Songwriter
Johnny April
Johnny April
Songwriter
Jonathan Wysocki
Jonathan Wysocki
Songwriter
Michael Mushok
Michael Mushok
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Additional Engineer
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Additional Engineer
Justin Wilk
Justin Wilk
Additional Engineer
Jeff Gilmer
Jeff Gilmer
Assistant Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nik Carpen
Nik Carpen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matt Dougherty
Matt Dougherty
Editing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Johnny K
Johnny K
Producer

Lyrics

I'm selling records What is it that you do? Sitting in your momma's basement with her Shih Tzu Peanut butter on your dick Right hand going click with your left hand giving you a rim job So now you wanna talk about me? Who's name is on the marquee? You hate everything that you can't be I've heard it all before You're just a sell out, 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 to 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 it all before You're just a sell out, 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? Selling records
Writer(s): Calvin Broadus, John April, Aaron Lewis, Michael J. Mushok, Jonathan Wysocki Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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