| My number one fan wouldn't ever hold me back |
| He'll only hold me up till then don't think I suck |
| If you don't love yourself, you will sadly love no one |
| You won't have no fun, so, cut yourself some slack |
| My number one fan is always into me: |
| "Where's the new CD?" No need for misery |
| He keeps me going when I know none of these |
| When I shouldn't |
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| , when a ghost gets the best on me |
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| I'm a lucky man, not gonna have a couple fans |
| But the most important one is a chum that's close at hand |
| He always has my back and knows my good intentions |
| Did I fail to mention all the questions that he sends in? |
| All the fair-weather friends, what's up, fuck your face |
| Fans predict the signing is where only money reigns |
| He thinks I'm the best, will accept so much behavior |
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| He's bold and believes that I'm here to entertain and if I'm lucky assist |
| All the nerds that are in need of a kid called 'Chris' |
| Understands I'm only human I can make a mistake |
| Holds himself responsible for being the exact same way |
| Doesn't judge, no grudge, just a bustin' a move |
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| repeat every bleep every word that I use |
| Appreciates alliteration, repetition, and consonants |
| He's the awesome-est 'cause he's not obsessed with obstinance |
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| My number one fan wouldn't ever hold me back |
| He'll only hold me up till then don't think I suck |
| If you don't love yourself, you will sadly love no one |
| You won't have no fun, so, cut yourself some slack |
| My number one fan is always into me: |
| "Where's the new CD?" No need for misery |
| He keeps me going when I know none of these |
| When I shouldn't |
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| , when a ghost gets the best on me |
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| 'Cause my latest endeavors, he thinks all of it's clever |
| Never sever cause the weather thinks he'll only get better |
| I count on him not to bounce with the mounting attacks |
| He's got my back, Always grinnin', always spinnin' my tracks |
| He's got more t-shirts than I ever did |
| Memorized every word, he's a clever kid |
| Doesn't mind a dirty birdie when I cuss up a storm |
| Like a |
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| lyricist, when I'm feelin' forelorn |
| He relates to my stories, he feels every reveal |
| Doesn't consider me a cartoon, realizes I'm real |
| I have highs, have lows: I feel every emotion |
| Just like anybody that is suddenly antisocial |
| It's not easy havin' fans when the man thinks you suck |
| When there's a Judge higher than him, the Law's on my side |
| I come home and see a comment, but I don't know who said it |
| Trust me: I'm going through some hard times, and I'll never forget it |
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| My number one fan wouldn't ever hold me back |
| He'll only hold me up till then don't think I suck |
| If you don't love yourself, you will sadly love no one |
| You won't have no fun, so, cut yourself some slack |
| My number one fan is always into me: |
| "Where's the new CD?" No need for misery |
| He keeps me going when I know none of these |
| When I shouldn't |
|
| , when a ghost gets the best on me |
| My number one fan wouldn't ever hold me back |
| He'll only hold me up till then don't think I suck |
| If you don't love yourself, you will sadly love no one |
| You won't have no fun, so, cut yourself some slack |
| My number one fan is always into me: |
| "Where's the new CD?" No need for misery |
| He keeps me going when I know none of these |
| When I shouldn't |
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| , when a ghost gets the best on me |
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