Club Cred

I know what's wrong with you
You're always trying to be someone new
You might be wrong
You might be wrong
There's a party going on somewhere
So many people hanging out somewhere
No one to blame except you and you
It was over when you thought it was new
Everybody wants to be a part
A part of this masquerade
But now can you realize
It turns into a club cred
I've been spying on you on Saturday night
Wish you can drive your car to Crescent Heights
But there's no place like that, no Beverly Hills
Born and raised in the east, you're fed up with this
Pursuing your dreams and assembled schemes
Nineteen year old hoes
Dress like girls in a magazine
I can imagine you would be proud
To make them scream
But not one of them will make you happy
You break their heart and lose your one and only
Busy playing the gifted Willie
Everybody wants to be a part
A part of this masquerade
But now can you realize
It turns into a club cred
Everybody wants to be a part of this masquerade