Michael Christmas - Michael Cera lyrics

I think I'm Michael Cera I might be Jonah Hill I might be awkward still I might be out to k** I might be at the arty Tryna score with a who*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******g 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******g 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 Cera I think I'm Michael Cera I think I'm Michael Cera I think I'm Michael Cera Verse 2 coming with that OE brew Or a miller with my n******g a Buster got the juice Gangan 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**king ropes Head bussin like Bone Crusher you bone s**ers Could never stop me Just steal the stream and watch me And as I practice using all this force in my garage Having dreams bout throwing Maeby Mixed with Ann in menage 4 bars hotter than songs by doing the most Jones Rolling stoned getting messages like I got 4 phones Hair grown I'm a man homes Tryna bone bad b**ches then I'm gone I think I'm Michael Cera I think I'm Michael Cera I think I'm Michael Cera n******g I'm super bad sup-super bad aye n******g I'm super bad sup-super bad aye n******g I'm super bad sup-super bad aye n******g I'm super bad sup-super bad aye n******g I'm super bad sup-super bad aye n******g I'm super bad sup-super bad aye