Print

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 like Just to build up the hype, yeah I could sell my house and move out to LA 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 mе from success, but delayed it somе 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 award 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 Letras de cancionesDon'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 tryin' to 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 listening 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 award 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 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, "Hey" Oh, God (Yeah) You might catch me at the award 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 From Letras Mania