Jane Is A Groupie - CMA

Happy birthday you’re 18, ready to taste life

You graduated high school but college just ain’t tight

You wanna study more but the party’s non stop

Got deep into hip hop, several classes got dropped

But hey

You got a job so shows ain’t a problem

Ordering CDs off the internet is solved

Cause John got 'em all and he thinks you’re awesome

You often discuss all the groups that’s popping

You value his friendship without the options

Your girlfiend’s laugh cause they think it’s nonsense

They listening to Kanye but stay unconscious

They just fuck frat boys and athletes with drama

We, on the weekly basis, pillow cases

Smeared with they faces

Y’all at different places huh?

Hip hop tour rolls into town

You and John roll down to the venue

Now y’all is chilling

Oh really?

Now, how does that make me a groupie?

Groupie… what is that

supposed to mean?

I mean, I can’t be a friend?

I mean, I buy records.

I listen to the lyrics.

I’m just a fan.

Yeah whatever.

I don’t get what that’s

suppose to mean.

So… whatever

A long line outside the venue no hopes of moving faster

The tickets cost a grip thanks to fucking Ticketmaster

The bastards at the door slow the pace like molasses

Y’all just wanna get in so y’all can find a place to snatch

John spots a merch booth he can’t pass on

Tells you he will meet you in the crowd by the stage front

Now you’re all by your lonesome

Till a person invades your personal space with dialogue concerning

Some all access, backstage passes

But no guys allowed so what’s John’s chances?

Y’all came together but you don’t want to pass this

Imagine if he had the same invitation handed

You tell yourself it’s all good you didn’t plan it

And disappear to backstage with drinks with the band aids

Now you’re hammered and loose with the grammar

Then out go the standards

Hello, raise the banner it says…

Alright, okay, so I got a little faded with some MCs.

I mean… what?

I didn’t do anything I didn’t wanna do.

I mean… it's not like I do this all

the time, okay?

And… I had fun.

Everything that happened was my choice.

Soooo, it’s not like I do this all the time.

I am NOT a groupie

There’s a first time for everything you only live once, plus

You made that decision just a little bit drunk but

You kept it on the low-low cause even John don’t know

And although you had fun, you felt like a (hahaha)

Jump and rush for the home run, no second or third base

A kind of new dude, you’ve been bumping his old tapes

Kind of felt the crew, you was jocking the cute face

Knew he was a bad dude but wanted the new…

Exception to the rule, this case

Who’s the judge in case?

Reputations get ran through the mud

No way you’ll fall in love

It’s done, a hit and run

It ends where it began

It’s cool you didn’t want him, ummm

It’s kind of like your homegirls and them athletes

Actually, it’s the same thing happening

As you see, college life is a gathering

Of sexually active kids, running rampantly, huh

Uh huh.

Whatever, it is not the same.

Don’t try to compare me these little pom

pom, rah rah girls… anyways.

I’m just a fan.

I’m in it for the music.

Okay?

Don’t even try it.

Whatever.

I am not a groupie.

Alright?

Not a groupie