Yeah, I ain't the type that's gon' ride with the semi I came from a town with three legs to no city Out there doin' shows for nothin' but pennies When I lay the stage, they never forgive me Mention was a glimpse of my life I'll let you see what it's like to be in my hand People ask me what I think I think I'd be doin' If it wasn't music, I'd rather be dead You know what I said? Now it's like me or the three You don't wanna see me attend, or maybe you do I promise if that is the case, and that is what you're gonna get If you're lookin' for music, we brought it down to bricks I promise that you need to go somewhere else And if you want somebody to tell you everything that you wanna hear, I won't be in the house This song's familiar? I think I heard it before Yeah, I made it myself I let the door open to come in my mansion But I never said it's a beautiful house Some of y'all sat on the porch Look at my windows and stare at my door They ask me if I'm gonna kill at this record I laugh in their face and I ask them, do you see the blood on the floor? He said it again, and if it's crazy, he's bad with the kids He never talks about nothin' but him My friends say he's kind of a D, but you need to get some new friends I'm as good as he gets, till I get on the stage and flip on the switch And I go to a place where nobody is If you bring up my name in a song, there's something that you will regret When the lightning hits, I remember the shows when no one was there I remember the shows when nobody cared Some people in front of me laughing like he isn't going nowhere It's funny now, isn't it? This type of life isn't how I envisioned it This type of life, it just ain't how I pictured it I'm in the back of the tour bus trying to face that my family is different Tell me what you think of this Write a review, tell me what you think of this Give me three stars and call me an idiot But to be honest, it don't make a difference I know some people don't get it But you have now entered a therapy session If you don't like music that's personal I have no clue what your people are doing And might as well throw out the record I pull up a chair I check out my music like nobody's there Only person I touch is the one in the mirror And lately, he ain't doing well I don't need y'all in my hair I'm tired of hearing it You call it music, I call it my therapist See people telling me I have been carrying Way too much baggage, I need to take care of it I know she's right, but man, it's embarrassing Music has raised me more than my parenting Take out a picture of us and I stare at it You are my king, you probably ain't hearing this Show me an artist you wanna compare me with You put us both on the track, I'm a barium Give me the shovel as bad as you can scare him None of you running, we driving, you staring at it I see you got beats, but where's the lyrics at? And if it's a lover, you know I've been wearing that Don't come to my show and be sitting, that's very bad I call you out in the crowd like, there he is Thought I'd be happy, it feels like I'm cursed It's hard to be clean when you play in the dirt You gave me this place to go when I'm hurting I thought it'd get better, but it's getting worse And I got nobody to blame when I work Like 24-7, I ain't be to church And Satan keep calling me, he trying to flirt I hang up the phone, these are more than just words I drive on the highway and listen to Manson I look up to God like, when did this happen? Yelling with all of my fans to wake up I feel like I have it I get emotional, I didn't plan this I'm doing things I never imagined I'm sorry, but I gotta leave I don't wanna be late for my therapy session