Talk about the past as if you own a piece,   rattle off the words as though you ever gave a shit,   yeah, you're the king, you always get around the truth,   you spend your life, you talk of how you lost your youth      Now the secret's out, got you figured out,   what you're all about, ain't much,   you're still droppin names, think you'll always be the same,   always crying such and such      Somehow you got lucky, found yourself an audience,   that hang on to your every word, it doesn't make much sense,   you're wasting time, it seems you'd change a thing or two,   but you remind me that you're only being you      Now the secret's out, got you figured out,   what you're all about, ain't much,   you're still droppin names, think you'll always be the same,   always crying such and such      Don't bother trying,   too busy lyin',   your mom is cryin',      I like your band a lot