I could write a record full of radio songsDo a bunch of features that my label would loveDo a bunch of features that I don't even likeJust to build up the hype,yeahI could sell my house and move out to LAGet inside the rooms with the biggest of namesHire 50 people just to give me adviceOn the way I should writeOh God,yeah Sounds like a nightmare if you ask me, yeahWent from my bedroom to the big leaguesYou know how many times that I was told things wouldn't work but worked outHaving cold feet didn't keep me from success but delayed it someI used to be the guy who killed it getting number oneI had to hear that song's a hit before I thought it wasBut nowadays I don't really give a what! Oh God!Mike catch me at the award showEating popcorn in the back rowCatching Z's with my hat lowNo nominations but it's cool though Oh God!You might see me in the same clothesI had on last week in my shame thoughYeah, you heard this saying if it ain't brokeDon't fix it, that's my mottoYeah,I miss buying CDs at the storeAnd thumbing through the cases trying to make a choiceYeah, that'll make no sense to you,well of course See, one man's inconvenience is another's joyWow, wow, how are you unemployed?Telling me to get a life,you should look at yours Yup,congratulations,you can raise your voiceHope you break both of your legs falling off your horseOh snap, this is the industryWhere it ain't how big you are,it's how big you seemWhere people sacrifice the art trying to chase a dreamAnd they wonder what their music's like in creativityOh yeah,would it give anythingTo be respected by the artists I was listening toBut not no more,them days are history Skip the rag carpet,you looking for me?Oh God!You might catch me at the award show Eating popcorn in the back rowCatching Z's 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 in my same noteYou heard this sayin' if it ain't broke,don't switch it, that's my mottoGot my feet propped up,leave my shirts untuckedI'm the boss, so what?I do what I want, I guessYou got the trophy, that's great,I'm happy for you, no hateStill got a smile on my face,chillin' in the back like, ayy Oh God,yeah, you might catch me at the award showEating popcorn in the back rowCatching Z's with my hat lowNo nominations but it's cool thoughOh God, you might see me in the same clothesI had on last week in my shame, noYeah, you heard this saying,if it ain't brokeDon't fix it, that's my motto whoa