around I am a D.J., I am what I play I got believers (kiss-kiss) Believing me One more weekend of lights and evening faces Fast food, living nostalgia Humble pie
for me to be better than the rest at Who ya? The game y'all ruin So now I'm one of the best in this thing called music Humble pie Son don't lie He spits
me to be better than the rest at Who ya? The game y'all ruin So now I'm one of the best in this thing called music Humble pie Son don't lie He spits steady
Forget the sinking ships back to 1986. Enjoy the ride watching others turning tricks. So get back in the line here's your slice of humble pie. But make
as disguise So we take our snappy patterns And use them as knives Now there's nothing left for me to try My own medicine and humble pie But I'll be alright
keep your filthy nose clean Apple pie, don't lie, boys ain't supposed to cry So pull out another bullseye And keep chewin' on your humble pie (Cause
me to be better than the rest at Who ya? The game y'all ruin So now I'm one of the best in this thing called music Humble pie Son don't lie He spits