Ou've got an account so full of opinions
But you're just a little troll that's mostly full of shit
Hot off the presses, straight from your bedroom
And you think the world really cares about what you think
No, we really don't
You hit dislike without provocation
You spill venom like a scared and cornered snake
A billion fans, but no one knows you
And you don't have one friend today that isn't fake
Say what you want to
But you better remember this
Say what you're thinking
Cause everyone round here know that you're just really full of shit
If you paid attention back in preschool
You might know how to do this better than you do
Tell me why you feel you can
Say what you want to
You better remember this
Say what you're thinking
But everyone round here know that you're just really full of
They know that you can't spell
They know that you can't read
They know that you can't help but do any fucking thing you please
They know that you can't hear
They know that you can't see any further than the dying forest for the dying trees
A billion fans, and no one loves you
You don't have one friend today that isn't fake
Say what you want to
But you better remember this
Say what you're thinking
Cause everyone round here know that you're just really full of shit
