IMPOSTOR

What are we gonna do now? We gotta lie
I'm just an impostor, just a little bit
People got hyped, grandma's making TikToks
So what are we gonna do now? The Tiny Desk fucked me up

I can't even sing
And I can't even rap
The future looks grim
How do you say?
Fucked up!

I broke the record label, they're selling smoke
We don't deserve to be just number one
We pop up first when you search on Google
And that's coming from the ass end of the world

And I can't even sing
And I can't even rap
The future looks grim
How do you say?

Fucked up, I think we fucked up
There's nothing to do, I'm an impostor
They won't believe us, that we're the best
I'm so fucked up, impostor syndrome
(Who the fuck even are you?)

Ah-ah-ah
Too much pressure
Ah-ah-ah
Too much pressure
Almost a month without sleep
I'm gonna die from the stress
This life ain't for me
I wanted it so much and now I regret it

And you want us to learn English? (Oh, shit)
And you want us to hit the gym? (Cliché)
You want us to start saving? (Moishe)
Are we gonna get canceled again? (So what?)
And are you gonna learn to play? (Hmm)
Are you gonna stop doing drugs? (Jah)
I know Paco's gonna screw it up
I know Cato won't hold up

Fucked up, I think we fucked up
There's nothing to do, I'm an impostor
They won't believe us, that we're the best
I'm so fucked up, impostor syndrome
(Who the fuck even are you?)

Ah-ah-ah
Too much pressure
Ah-ah-ah
Too much pressure
Almost a month without sleep
I'm gonna die from the stress
This life ain't for me
I wanted it so much and now I regret it

And are you gonna learn to play? (Hmm)
Are you gonna stop doing drugs? (Jah)
I know Paco's gonna screw it up
I know Cato won't hold up

Ah-ah-ah
Too much pressure
Ah-ah-ah
Too much pressure
Almost a month without sleep
I'm gonna die from the stress
This life ain't for me
I wanted it so much and now I regret it