That CD in your place, that poster on your wall, that label on your face, but it don't bother you at all.You sold out for that trade.I'm playing here for free.Yeah, I'm playing here for free.Just a picture of my own.I'm not loving it at all.Just a picture of my own.I'm not loving it at all.Cause I'm moving in your feet, that swagger in your hips.I've seen this * before, it's when your music finally splits.You sold out for that trade.I'm playing here for free.Yeah, I'm playing here for free.Just a picture of my own.Just a picture of my own.Just a picture of my own.Just a picture of my own.I'm playing here for free.Just a picture of my own.I'm playing here for free.Just a picture of my lifeA picture of my worldAnd it's coming downAnd I'm coming downAnd it's coming downAnd I'm coming downAnd I'm coming downAnd I'm coming downAnd I'm coming down