Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
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 LA
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 m5 from success, but delayed it som5
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?)

[Chorus]
Oh, God (Yeah)
Might catch me at the award 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
Genius