I could write a record full of radio songs

Do a bunch of features that my label would love

Do a bunch of features that I don′t even likeJust to build up the hype, yeah

I could sell my house and move out to L.A.

Get inside of rooms with the biggest of names

Hire fifty people just to give me advice on the way I should write

(Oh, God)

Yeah, sounds like a nightmare, if you ask me

Yeah, went from my bedroom to the big leagues

You know how many times that I was told things

Wouldn't work? But worked out, havin′ cold feet

Didn't keep me from success, but delayed it some

I used to be the guy who'd kill to get a number one

I had to hear "that song′s a hit" before I thought it was

But nowadays, I don′t really give a- (what?)

Oh, God (yeah)

Might catch me at the awards show

Eatin' popcorn in the back row

Catchin′ Zs with my hat low

No nominations, but it's cool though

Oh, God

You might see me in the same clothes

I had on last week, am I ashamed? No

Yeah, you heard the sayin′

"If it ain't broke, don′t fix it" that's my motto

Yeah, I miss buyin' CDs at the store

And thumbin′ through the cases tryin′ to make a choice

Yeah, that don't make no sense to you, well, of course

See, one man′s inconvenience is another's joy

Wow, wow, how are you unemployed?

Tellin′ me to get a life, you should look at yours

Yup, congratulations, you can raise your voice

Hope you break both of your legs fallin' off your horse

Oh, snap, this is the industry

Where it ain′t how big you are, it's how big you seem

Where people sacrifice the art tryna chase a dream

Then they wonder why they music's lackin′ creativity

Oh, yeah, would′ve gave anything

To be respected by the artist I was listenin'

To, but not no more, them days are history

Skip the red carpet, you lookin′ for me?

Oh, God (yeah)

You might catch me at the awards show

Eatin' popcorn in the back row

Catchin′ Zs with my head low

No nominations, but it's cool though

Oh, God

You might see me in the same clothes

I had on last week, am I ashamed? No

Yeah, you heard the sayin′

"If it ain't broke, don't fix it" that′s my motto

Got my feet propped up

Leave my shirts untucked

I′m the boss, so what?

I do what I want (oh, God)

You got the trophy, that's great

I′m happy for you, no hate

Still got a smile on my face

Chillin' in the back like "Ayy"

Oh, God

Yeah, you might catch me at the awards show

Eatin′ popcorn in the back row

Catchin' Zs with my hat low

No nominations, but it′s cool though

Oh, God

You might see me in the same clothes

I had on last week, am I ashamed? No

Yeah, you heard the sayin'

"If it ain't broke, don′t fix it" that′s my motto