Drop The Mic, Backstreet Boys, Charlie Puth - Charlie Puth vs. Backstreet Boys lyrics
[Drop The Mic, Backstreet Boys, Charlie Puth - Charlie Puth vs. Backstreet Boys lyrics]
There's an old saying that you're
The dumbest in your youth
Whoever said that must have met Charlie Puth
But he can't be that dumb
'cause he's a decent songwriter
But it's almost like if Macklemore
Just magically got whiter
I saw you on YouTube, you had me in tears
You covered Adele, and Adele covered her ears
We'll have you runnin', man
I hope you're an athlete 'Cause, dude
You just went down the wrong backstreet
Now I'm a bit confused
'cause I'm probably young
But someone please explain to me how
Nick was the cute one
But in 2017, that sounds quite bizarre
You look like David Beckham if
He lived in his car
At one point you went solo
I know you were tryin'
But your songs just sounded like
A German Shepherd dyin'
A hundred million Backstreet fans
Can't be wrong
But a hundred million Backstreet
Fans can be moms, nick
Our fans are moms, and it's not that bad
The '90s were crazy
Charlie I could be your dad
You're a knock-off like Ed
Sheeran had a child you have no direction
You're like Harry with no Styles
Your song's called "How Long
" and if you're asking us
I mean, your career – well
It's been long enough
But congrats on your success
Enjoy it while you're young
But when you get home
Just Google William Hung
I know in '98, you were treated like gods
Yet 20 years later
You're the king of the dad bod
I heard you're making bank
Now as Vegas headliners
But how much of that's
Wasted on AJ's guyliner?
And I hate to say that
You guys aren't aging well
But how'd you go from Howie
D to Howie Mandel? You should stop rapping
You're just making noise
Imagine being 45 and still
Being called "The Boys"
This Charlie Puth, yeah, he sure is somethin'
You look like if mayonnaise
Had sex with McLovin
This is our time, so follow the leader
You're not just a wannabe
You're a wanna-Bieber that's right
You were signed by Ellen off of YouTube
Does your contract say you have
To look like her, too?
We all know your music, but let me just say
Tell me why, Charlie
Why won't you go away?
Okay, that's not fair! That's not fair
You're playing with my heartstrings
Because I'm mad at you, you're
Being mean to me, but I like that song
Thank you, I think
Joshua, give me something like this
That's not gonna get you points that's
Not gonna get you extra points, alright?
You got me?
Yeah, stop pretending you guys
You don't wanna beat me
I know you did this show so
Your daughters could meet me
Look at you two
I can't hold back in laughter
You look like a photo of before and after
My mom wants an autograph, but as you can see
She stole my Sharpie so he
Could have his goatee
Tried five on one, but I'm sending you home
Whose idea was a boy band
Of all Joey Fatones?
The dumbest in your youth
Whoever said that must have met Charlie Puth
But he can't be that dumb
'cause he's a decent songwriter
But it's almost like if Macklemore
Just magically got whiter
I saw you on YouTube, you had me in tears
You covered Adele, and Adele covered her ears
We'll have you runnin', man
I hope you're an athlete 'Cause, dude
You just went down the wrong backstreet
Now I'm a bit confused
'cause I'm probably young
But someone please explain to me how
Nick was the cute one
But in 2017, that sounds quite bizarre
You look like David Beckham if
He lived in his car
At one point you went solo
I know you were tryin'
But your songs just sounded like
A German Shepherd dyin'
A hundred million Backstreet fans
Can't be wrong
But a hundred million Backstreet
Fans can be moms, nick
Our fans are moms, and it's not that bad
The '90s were crazy
Charlie I could be your dad
You're a knock-off like Ed
Sheeran had a child you have no direction
You're like Harry with no Styles
Your song's called "How Long
" and if you're asking us
I mean, your career – well
It's been long enough
But congrats on your success
Enjoy it while you're young
But when you get home
Just Google William Hung
I know in '98, you were treated like gods
Yet 20 years later
You're the king of the dad bod
I heard you're making bank
Now as Vegas headliners
But how much of that's
Wasted on AJ's guyliner?
And I hate to say that
You guys aren't aging well
But how'd you go from Howie
D to Howie Mandel? You should stop rapping
You're just making noise
Imagine being 45 and still
Being called "The Boys"
This Charlie Puth, yeah, he sure is somethin'
You look like if mayonnaise
Had sex with McLovin
This is our time, so follow the leader
You're not just a wannabe
You're a wanna-Bieber that's right
You were signed by Ellen off of YouTube
Does your contract say you have
To look like her, too?
We all know your music, but let me just say
Tell me why, Charlie
Why won't you go away?
Okay, that's not fair! That's not fair
You're playing with my heartstrings
Because I'm mad at you, you're
Being mean to me, but I like that song
Thank you, I think
Joshua, give me something like this
That's not gonna get you points that's
Not gonna get you extra points, alright?
You got me?
Yeah, stop pretending you guys
You don't wanna beat me
I know you did this show so
Your daughters could meet me
Look at you two
I can't hold back in laughter
You look like a photo of before and after
My mom wants an autograph, but as you can see
She stole my Sharpie so he
Could have his goatee
Tried five on one, but I'm sending you home
Whose idea was a boy band
Of all Joey Fatones?