Bueller - John Anthony

Bitch, I feel like Bueller

Bitch, I feel like Bueller

I feel like I’m the man

The fuck you gonna do huh?

Bitch, I feel like Bueller

Bitch, I feel like Bueller

I feel like I’m the man

No longer now a loser

Bitch I feel like

God, I said that on my last shit

‘Cause here’s to my day off

Just chillin' and relaxin'

Let’s see you come with me

Nah you really come with me

This shit ain’t never stop

So what’s it gonna be?

Yo, I took my old shit and I trashed that

And I came back with a new taste

And I rolled up in that black Jag

With a straight mag in my suitcase, yeah

I don’t care what you say, bitch

Y’all actin' two faced, shit

Yeah man it’s Tuesday, it’s my day off ‘cause

(Hook)

Bitch, I feel like Bueller

Bitch, I feel like Bueller

I feel like I’m the man

The fuck you gonna do huh?

Bitch, I feel like Bueller

Bitch, I feel like Bueller

I feel like I’m the man

No longer now a loser

Bitch I feel like

Myself, that hunger side

That pops up and it comes alive

I made rounds with my enemies

And I’m still here when they set aside, let me clarify

‘Cause I’ll assassinate my own character, before I ever dies

So fuck that, I don’t care

My whole life’s been kinda paralyzed and I can’t move

Spend the paper but not on views

I’m startin' to care more about me

Middle fingers up when it’s about you

I’m in a foul mood

I don’t know what else I’ll do

Pick a fight with the wrong guy

Got a black eye when they found you ‘cause

I think I sound rude

When I say shit, you don’t wanna hear it

Mother fuckers get real quiet when I’m on the mic

Y’all feel embarrassed that a white boy went and dissed ya

What you gonna do?

Better stop swearin'

You don’t know me like that

Mother fuckers call me Farris ‘cause

(Hook)

Bitch, I feel like Bueller

Bitch, I feel like Bueller

I feel like I’m the man

The fuck you gonna do huh?

Bitch, I feel like Bueller

Bitch, I feel like Bueller

I feel like I’m the man

No longer now a loser

Bitch I feel like