Lyrics

You cheat, you lie, you talk about my friends To my face, their back, when will it ever end? Why you wannabee a face in my crowd Why you gotta be a face in my crowd? You come around the show on the weekend I don't like your hair, your clothes, or your girlfriend Why you wannabee a face in my crowd Why you gotta be a face in my crowd? I didn't call you up Wannabee I didn't call you up Wannabee I didn't call you up Wannabee I shudder when i think of all the heartache you embrace I used to know your crowd,your position and your place You know i had to laugh when you said you lost your faith You had nothing to lose