I don't wanna fake it
And I don't wanna fuck this up
But I might have dove in
A little too deep for my liking

Don't know how to say this
Land on my thoughts on the page where they're taking
Standing ovation, look at me now I'm naked
Cause I coulda been, woulda been, shoulda been better by now

But I guess I'm not
So don't come around to my house, I don't wanna have that talk
Cause I need something, but I don't know where to figure out what
But I gotta get stuff

Cause I still get self doubts
Can't get them out, I got imposter syndrome
No, my battery's out, I need a different tempo
I need a reset, reset, just a little bit of time

Don't come around, I got imposter syndrome
Say what
I got imposter syndrome
Say what

Time out, don't come around, I got imposter syndrome
Oh, I got imposter syndrome
Time out, don't come around, I got imposter syndrome
I don't know what you're thinking

How could he be so damn thick to put himself in this mess
Son, you get what you get
So don't get upset
When people see that you're best

They ain't good enough to impress
Oh
What a funny punchline
What a silly disguise

Welcome to the freak show
Can't wait to see how the end goes
Oh, what a strange and typical way
To let everybody know

That I still get
Self doubts
Can't get them out, I got imposter syndrome
No, my battery's out, I need a different tempo

I need a reset, reset, just a little bit of time
Don't come around, I got imposter syndrome
Say what
I got imposter syndrome

Time out, don't come around, I got imposter syndrome
Oh, I got imposter syndrome
Time out, don't come around, I got imposter syndrome