You never lived in the streets though you wish you had
Not enough talent to play a guitar
You failed as an artist cause you lacked in the confidence
Now youre a critic and youre at the top
(the top of what)

You dont believe what you write
Youre and imposter you dont, dont, dont believe what you write

You cant get used to the fact that you aint a kid
You like to think that you speak for them all
Youd cut off your nose if you thought it would make you hip
It drives you crazy you cant be a star (oh aint that tough)

You dont believe what you write
(youre an imposter) you dont believe what you write
(youre an imposter) you dont believe what you write
(youre an imposter) you dont, dont, dont believe what you write

You take the credit while others do all the work
You like to think you discovered them first
But we all know you moved in after it was safe
That way you know you could never get hurt
(you like to play god!!)

(repeat chorus)

Youre just a critic, we know why you drink so much
Jealousy slowly consuming your gut
The streets that you never knew are just where theyve always been
Your head is firmly lodged way up your butt (where it belongs)

(repeat chorus)