Shut up, talking out your ass
With your fake-ass grin and your backstage pass
Front row at every single show
But your heart's in the wrong place
It's in the rat race
I don't know what you're trying to prove
Always f**king at my band
When we're laying down a fat groove
I got no jealously not towards security
Why are you always bringing me
Stay the f**k away from me
I'm talking to you v.i.p.
I'm talking to you
I know the power you possess
Playing cool rock for the all access
Big which, it's jealousy
I see that your heart's in the wrong place
You can't follow me
I don't know why you're kissing my ass
Cause as soon as I turn my back you start stabbin'
I'm reality, you can't just even bother me
I'm the one they came to see
Stay the f**k away from me
I'm talking to you v.i.p.
Writer(s): Whitfield Crane, Klaus Eichstadt, James Shannon Larkin
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