Verse 1: XVLook, since the day that I opened your earsI know that it's weird, it feels like you've known me for yearsWhen all I had was my songs, I was hoping you'd hearThen you became a fan then I feel like I owe you a beerSo when you at my shows, I throw you a cheersCouple of meet and greets and take a peek and hope I appearAnd it's hard when you close to the fear thatThe more that you're near that, the less it's sincereAnd I know, I know, I know it's all part of my careerTo be a star on the track and the final frontierDon't gotta ask for a thing, people just volunteerIn return for some daft and they call it our squareBut it's hard when I'm chilling, trying to talk to my peersAnd my friends and people just interfereLike where's your backpack? When you getting on Gears?I love the love but I hope that I'm making it clearHook'Cause it's hard in a room full of people I don't knowAnd every single one feeling just like meAnd sometimes it's cool 'cause they just might beBut really knowing me is so unlikely, you ain't familiar, you ain't familiarYou ain't familiar, it's difficult when all the people that feel yaJust don't look familiar, I'm so unfamiliarVerse 2: XVGirls backstage, hanging out, my crew cool so they safe as soundAs they wait it out for the minute I finish and then I take a bowThe ho agent daydreaming of us making outI get off stage and Sez tells me to take a towelI can't, now I'm taking pictures while my face is drownedAnd it's the best feeling when they say X is killing them showsIt's excellent to know that they mess with it but ^!$$%s be on that extra %#@!Asking if the girl I'm sitting next to is who I'm messing withWhen people call me by my real name, they don't know me from 21 Jump StreetIt just feel strange, I'll never change, please mark my wordsThe dressing room will never re-do "not disturb", I will never tell you to curveI just want you to observe the fact that I'm reservedHookVerse 3: XVI will shake every hand, make every fan feel like they the man'Cause they gave me a chance, may who I am as they hang from the standsScreaming Vizzy, Vizzy, Vizzy is my favorite jamAnd blowing up was always part of the planSo it shouldn't be strange that all this beganSawed up the Earth, heart of the land, that's all I tried to be in the endBut everything I'm not made me all that I amEverything I never got is all in my handsTrying to blow up out the pot, not a flash in the panSo I holla when I can, I hope you understandWhen I can't re-tweet every tweet, reply to every demandMy clone hasn't got here, I'll tell you when it landsUntil then, it's Flyboy Club so $#&@ the wagon, join the bandHook