Now, when you come to apply for a job
Don`t tell `em you`re homeless
`Cause I promise they won`t hire you
And if they like your songs
Just nod your head and play along
Never tell `em what inspires you
I bet my fans know me better than my friends do
Because my friends don`t pay that much attention
The fans memorize every single sentence
Which makes them far too smart to ever start a friendship
I need to start writing pieces about other people`s problems
`Cause strangers are starting to get worried
I`m in a hurry to try to slow the system down a bit
And find happiness before I hit thirty
OK, OK, I`ve said too much
I wear my heart on my sleeve
When all I need to do is write a hit
Somebody shoulda showed me how to shut up and breathe
`Cause there`s a time and place to bite your lip
It goes peace to phobia
For the boots made for walking
Now if only Best Buy could break me off with a Walkman
Everything would be fine
I could spend time smiling
Instead of pulling a sad clown around this island
I`ve got no suggestions
Well, maybe one
Leave my type alone when you decide to touch that microphone
See, me and you
We`re on different pages
We`re in different stages
We`ve got different flavors
I`mma let you do your thing
Just as long as your thing
Ain`t got a single thing to do with me and what I`m trying to bring
But if my name crosses your lips
You better guard your tongue
Pardon me, give me my respect, and keep it all in fun
If I had extra time I`d walk around and shake everybody`s hand
(Like, how you doin` my man?)
But I`m not allowed
I`m trying to beat the clock now
So I`m out, right after Send " It Goes" Ringtone to your Cell