I think I'm Michael Cera, I might be Jonah Hill
I might be awkward still, I might be out to kill
I might be at the arty, tryna score with a w**e named Becca only had 2 shots and
I'm throwing up liquor
George Michael Jr. she gone let me smash, maybe. After she see the video for Daily
After she see the money I ain't making. After she see the way I make my bacon
Smooth n**a rapping? That's not me, I could lose my car keys faster than Nando
Moving pianos
Ugh, y'all could still get duffed like Mclovin. I'm hard cousin y'all some egg Mcmuffins
Something, something, n**a I ain't bluffing, always money in the business that
Banana stand budget
Did you get that, you didn't? Well then you, didn't listen
I think I'm Michael Ceraaaaaaaaa 2, coming with that OE brew, or a miller with my
Niggaaa, Buster got the juice
Gan Gan got enough L to serve the troops, she turn up more than me. We turn up more
Than you
They say I'm off that candy for your nose, but what do you suppose, losing all my
Major roles
It's like if Michael Christmas one day wasn't booked for shows. Imagine Suplex Steve
Not jumping off the f**g ropes
Head bussin' like Bone Crusher, you bone suckers
Could never stop me, just steal thhe stream and watch me
And as I practice using all this force in my garage, having dreams bout throwing
Maeby mixed with Ann in a menage
4 bars hotter than songs by Doin-The-Most Jones, rolling stoned, getting messages
Like I got 4 phones
Hair grown I'm a man homes. Tryna bone bad b**s then I'm gone, I think I'm Michael
Cera
(*Beautiful singing*)
I think I'm Michael Cera N**a I'm
Superbad, sup-superbad aye
