Backseat critic. You're acting like you know it all.
Got a problem? Do it yourself, bro.
"Bad read," you say. You talk like you're an artist.
Got a gripe? Yeah. Do it yourself first, then you can talk.

No flavor left in this gum.
They treat it like it's gold.
They just live for gold.
Love and hate, I'm stuck in the middle.
Proletariat — yeah, I ain't like them at all.
I don't get you at all.
Idiots, everywhere.
(Ikuyooooo!)

No matter what I say,
no matter what I write,
no matter what I do — you don't get it, do you.
No matter what I play,
no matter what I show,
no matter what I try — you just don't get it at all!
(Uwaaaaaa!!)

No matter what I say,
no matter what I write,
no matter what I do — you don't get it, do you.
(Wan!!)
No matter what I play,
no matter what I show,
no matter what I try — you just don't get it at all!

No flavor left in this gum.
They treat it like it's gold.
They just live for gold.
Love and hate, I'm stuck in the middle.
Proletariat — yeah, I ain't like them at all.
I don't get you at all.
Idiots, everywhere.

That's why I act like I know it all, playing god.
Got a problem? Go get famous first.

No matter what I say,
no matter what I write,
no matter what I do — you don't get it, do you.
No matter what I play,
no matter what I show,
no matter what I try — you just don't get it at all!

No flavor left in this gum.
They treat it like it's gold.
They just live for gold.
Love and hate, I'm stuck in the middle.
Proletariat — yeah, I ain't like them at all.
I don't get you at all.
Idiots, everywhere.

I chew a brand new stick of gum.
The flavor changes fast.
Still same as ever — bootlegs everywhere, huh?
Proletariat — yeah, I ain't like them at all.
I don't get you at all.
Idiots, everywhere.