Bart Baker - Sweatshirt (Parody) lyrics

I'm a really young guy
In fact, I am only thirteen
I got famous making shitty vines
And cringey lipsyncs on Musically
Since my fans seem to love everything I do
They will probably love me doing
A pop song too

But, you can't sing your voice sounds like a
Sick animal who's dying

Your singing makes my ears hurt
It's making me nauseous
I'd rather drink bleach than hear this
God, this song is a huge turd
Plus, this video looks like ass
It's no wonder it almost
Has a million dislikes

If you think my singing sucks
Without autotune, it's much worse
This is what I really sound like
The worst singing ever heard
But all my fans just see my face and swoon
And when I bite my lip
And do all my fuckboy moves

They are hypnotized
Get your dad's bank card and
Buy my crap merchandise

Like my overpriced sweatshirt
It cost one buck to make
So I'll be laughing to the bank
Girl, when you wear my sweatshirt
I hate my fat and smelly fans
But my mom and dad demand
I hug them and smile

Jacob, get inside! Why?
To sew sweatshirts!
But, I really don't wanna sew! So?
This blows! Let's go!
Oh, wait, first let's make a vine

Now start sewing those sweatshirts! Help!
Our son looks like an elf
But he's brought us such immense wealth
Hey Jacob get back to work
It's time to post a corny tweet!
And film a cringey Musically!
Make all your fans buy sweatshirts!

Come on, lets go Elf Boy!
Sew those sweatshirts!