Motto

NF

        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 L.A.
        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 me from success, but delayed it some
        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 awards 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

        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 tryna 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 listenin'
        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 awards show
        Eatin' popcorn in the back row
        Catchin' Zs with my head 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 "Ayy"

        Oh, God
        Yeah, you might catch me at the awards 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