Lyrics:

You cheat, you lie, you talk about my friends
To my face, their back, when will it ever end?

Why you wannabee a face in my crowd
Why you gotta be a face in my crowd?

You come around the show on the weekend
I don't like your hair, your clothes, or your girlfriend

Why you wannabee a face in my crowd
Why you gotta be a face in my crowd?

I didn't call you up
Wannabee
I didn't call you up
Wannabee
I didn't call you up
Wannabee

I shudder when I think of all the heartache you embrace
I used to know your crowd, your position and your place
You know I had to laugh when you said you lost your faith
You had nothing to lose