Smooth Criminal

Lucky for you hatin' bitches' tones lost his confidence

That don't make no sense, like common losing consciousness

Bron without the dominance, make some room, bitch, I'ma spit

I'm my biggest fan, ain't no need for your acknowledgment

Five hundred people on my shit right now

I got a whole lot of thanks I should give right now

But I don't ever bow out, nah, that just ain't my style

Like crowded rooms and crowds, man, I just rather chill out

In a room with a microphone, turn that instrumental on

I'm a fuckin' hermit crab, no, I never leave my home