[Verse 1]

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?)

[Chorus]

Oh, God (Yeah)

Might catch me at the award show

Eatin' popcorn in the back row

Catchin' 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, am I ashamed? No (Yeah)

You heard the sayin', "If it ain't broke

Don't fix it," that's my motto

[Verse 2]

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?

[Chorus]

Oh, God (Yeah)

You might catch me at the award show

Eatin' popcorn in the back row

Catchin' 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, am I ashamed? No (Yeah)

You heard the sayin', "If it ain't broke

Don't fix it," that's my motto

[Bridge]

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"

[Chorus]

Oh, God (Yeah)

You might catch me at the award show

Eatin' popcorn in the back row

Catchin' 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, am I ashamed? No (Yeah)

You heard the sayin', "If it ain't broke

Don't fix it," that's my motto