Lyrics:

Man call around to make a few inquiries
He tell me what I smoke before I even smoke it
Everything is written in the neighbour's diary
I don't believe it

The man wants myself to stop before 11
He tell me what I play before I even play it
He want to put a stop to my piece of heaven
I don't believe it

Man moves in every time I leave the house
The neighbours sign petitions to kick me out
They tell me what I do before I even do it
I don't believe it

Don't believe it
Don't believe it
Don't believe it