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 nigger 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 nigger 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 Cera
I think I'm Michael Cera
I think I'm Michael Cera
I think I'm Michael Cera

Verse 2 coming with that oe brew
Or a miller with my nigger a Buster got the juice
Gangan 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 the stream and watch me
And as I practice using all this force in my garage
Having dreams bout throwing Maeby
Mixed with Ann in menage
4 bars hotter than songs by doing 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

I think I'm Michael Cera
I think I'm Michael Cera

Nigger I'm super bad sup-super bad aye
Nigger I'm super bad sup-super bad aye
Nigger I'm super bad sup-super bad aye
Nigger I'm super bad sup-super bad aye
Nigger I'm super bad sup-super bad aye
Nigger I'm super bad sup-super bad aye
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Michael Cera Lyrics

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