Lyrics:

You got two choices, no matter the odds
You got a 50/50 chance of pissing somebody off
Do you fight, take a flight, do you throw it all aside?
Or do you find another reason to impress them all? (Why?!)
I think my thoughts are all corroded
And last time I could be myself was before I was a grown up
Stereotypes of a man who has privilege
Gotta follow the path, like it's a pilgrimage

My problems; compare them to a Porsche
'Cause why would you complain when that's your horse?
Your privilege is all about your class
Next time I do complain, please kick my—

Two choices!

I'm not complaining, I'm just really fucking bored
I gu?ss the food I put on my plate makes m? feel like I'm a fraud
What is it now? How did I make myself the martyr?
Did somebody just find out that I don't use a real barber?
Oh no, okay, one more day in my life where things don't seem to go my way
I keep crying, do you feel for me now?
Or should I write another song about how life has brought me down?

My problems; compare them to a Porsche
'Cause why would you complain when that's your horse?
Your privilege is all about your class
Next time I do complain, please kick my—

Two choices!