Don't want to find myself homogenized. Don't want to become the very thing that I despised. Don't need my mommy feeding me culture with a spoon. Don't want to end up with as much edge as a balloon. Don't want my ideas polluted by mediocrity. Don't want my sentiments diluted. This is important to me. I tried to give my best to you. But you plugged up your ears. And now I just can't take no more. I've had it up to here. Don't want to be the another boy next door. Don't want to pander to the masses anymore. Don't need the whole wide world to love me. Don't want to win the human race. Don't want my music to be less well-known than my face. Don't want to compromise my art for universal appeal. Don't want to be mass consumed. I'm not a happy meal. I tried to give my best to you. But you plugged up your ears. And now I just can't take no more. I've had it up to here. I moved out from the sticks. Nobody believed in me. Had to climb my way up. Overcome all kinds of adversity. Oh if you think I need approval from the faceless throng. That's where you're wrong. So wrong. I tried to give my best to you. But you plugged up your ears. And now I just can't take no more. I've had it up to here. I've had it. I've had it. I've had it up to here