The best part about being me
Is that I don’t have to be you
(X4)

I love who I am
I know the tunes that I dish
I know that I’m the man
I can multiply the bread and the fish
I don’t wish
That I had a car like yours
Or even covet your income
I march to the beat of my own drums
Like Sinatra, I do it my way
I dance to the tempo of my rhythm
I’m in a class of my own
You attend lectures given by a stickler
I don’t care if you hate on me
I got the love and support
From your mother, father, cousin, and sister
You got the plagues
But somehow I attract
Real ones
Whilе you gather fair weatherеd fans
Ill ones
Show up to my live shows to see me and my band
I give the internet
A form of entertainment
I use new money
Got the haters running
And am able to make all of my payments
Like the cavemen
I can make tracks that are fire
Like the bank statements
The interest in me only keeps getting higher
I’m an outlier
You just follow the fucking trends
You’re in her DMs
She don’t reply
But she stalks me every night
And I can easily make her my girlfriend
I’m the one they herald
As someone who went down the narrow
Path
My popularity is off the charts
I won over the skeptic’s hearts
We are far from equals
You need to check your math