Michael Cera Lyrics - Singles - Michael Christmas

I think I'm Michael Cera, I might be Jonah Hill 

I might be awkward still, I might be out to kill 

I might be at the arty, tryna score with a whore 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 nigga 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, nigga 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 Ceraaaaaaaaa 2, coming with that OE brew, or a miller with my niggaaa, Buster got the juice 

Gan Gan 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 fucking ropes 

Head bussin' like Bone Crusher, you bone suckers 

Could never stop me, just steal thhe stream and watch me 

And as I practice using all this force in my garage, having dreams bout throwing Maeby mixed with Ann in a menage 

4 bars hotter than songs by Doin-The-Most Jones, rolling stoned, getting messages like I got 4 phones 

Hair grown I'm a man homes. Tryna bone bad bitches then I'm gone, I think I'm Michael Cera 

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(*Beautiful singing*) 

... I think I'm Michael Cera Nigga I'm 

Superbad, sup-superbad aye.