Words: C. Hutchins
Music: M. Hutchins, A. Hutchins 

You’re so smart don’t breathe the same air
All you do has style and flair
Naught of mine to yours can compare
Please explain in case I really care? 

Why you gotta be?
Why you gotta be?
Why you gotta be?
Such an asshole, asshole to me? 

Either you’re right or I am wrong
Can’t catch a break all day long
Constitution is not so strong
What drives you to dis what I’ve done? 

Bet you had a rough time in school
Maybe bullies played you for fool
Instead of knowing respect is the rule
It rotted your insides and made you a tool