Imitation is the lowest form of flattery

I stay true to you

True to my world

True to myself

And I never gave a fuck about being cool

Or anything else

I know what’s best for me

Even when I’m wrong

And you can beat me down for the way I think

But I’ll never fucking respect you

I don’t know who you are

I can’t recognize you anymore

Sick of watching everyone

Try to be everything but themselves

You think you’ve gotta prove what?

Something to who?

Imposter

The little buzz that you got

Went straight to your head

It's easy being down to earth but you never learned that shit

You're a kook

You try too hard to be something you're not

Now I see you there

You're a stranger to yourself

I march to the beat of my own fuckin' drum

Sick of watching everyone

Try to be everything but themselves

You think you've got to prove what?

Something to who?