You'll figure it out
And know that you got time before you figure it out
Everything will be fine if you forget all about
The ones who don't know why you haven't seen them around
But you pass through their towns I know you're sick of them now
Cause high school wasn't nice to you And when you got out
The same jackasses followed you And kicked you around
Some of them were your bosses too The world's a small town
Just can't find your way out, I know
They'll laugh at you,
you can't be true
It's overwhelming to
Point that you don't know,
if You're still real,
or how to feel You're losing your appeal
What a poor performance now
And shouldn't I know?
I was the one who carried the show
But I'm first to tell you now
They shouldn't care
About whoever's pulling your hair
And you'll make up that what you will
It's not my problem
It's not your problem if you want
You call the shots and they do not
Moving ahead
Sounds easier than it really is
Noise in your head
is breaking up your sentences
You've already said
enough to make them hate you
So now shoot from your hip
And don't stop 'til those mother****ers Are filled with lead
Of course, don't take that literal; I'm not Eminem
No, I can't go to court and they don't need to be dead
Instead, say "**** off kindly", and get on with your shit
I mean, it's their life they're pissin away
It’s funny how
they sit around
their longest fingers out
And point out how you waste time
Break them off
I’d rather not
I think that if we touch
you’ll wind up keeping me in line
And shouldn't I know?
I was the one who carried the show
But I'm first to tell you now
They shouldn't care
About whoever's pulling your hair
And you'll make up that what you will
It's not my problem
It's not your problem if you want
So say what u want but
first figure out what u should want
You call the shots and they do not