you cheat, you lie, you talk about my friends to my face, their back, when will it ever end? why you wannabee a face in my crowd why you gotta be a face in my crowd? you come around the show on the weekend i don't like your hair, your clothes, or your girlfriend why you wannabee a face in my crowd why you gotta be a face in my crowd?
i didn't call you up wannabee i didn't call you up wannabee i didn't call you up wannabee i shudder when i think of all the heartache you embrace i used to know your crowd,your position and your place you know i had to laugh when you said you lost your faith you had nothing to lose