White Boy Pop-Rock Exhibit

[Verse 1: Sus Boy 3000 (pizza boy.)] I wrote this for a girl on Vine named ‘mohammed’, I don’t know if that’s her real name… but it would be a real shame… if it was I wrote this for a guy named Mark, ‘cause he’s a real pal; I hope he’s still down And I hope his pretty sister knows the deal now... I've got a buzz But what does that matter when it doesn't equal deal, and you scare people still, and a dollar menu meal is biggest source of light in your day? So I wrote this for the sign twirlers… and the shine hurlers; I appreciate you not throwing shade This is for the mimes feeling trapped in the box; if you ever, ever panic, just go ahead and say: [Hook: Sus Boy 3000 (pizza boy.)] Sometimes, I am slick with words, sometimes, I’m a bit perturbed, and that is okay Sometimes, I am slick with words, sometimes, I’m a bit perturbed, and that is okay Sometimes, I am slick with words, sometimes, I’m a bit perturbed, and that is okay Sometimes, I am slick with words, sometimes, I’m a bit perturbed, and that is okay [Verse 2: Big Sus Boi (Shampoo Papi)] I wrote this all alone at night in my underwear while I eat some cheesecake Maybe this a mistake, this is sus I wrote this little rhyme online in a document I probably need to re-save I'll dress like Wiz Khalifa for a buzz But what does that matter if it can't get me a deal And I can't afford a meal and I'm forced to have to steal?