My Way

All my friends keep telling me to quit cursing on my tracks
But I want to, so fuck you, this is my shit and that's that
Anyway, what's the point in any of this if it isn't fun?
I don't care 'bout the radio and I don't get number one's, P.S.
Let's be real, please, and just for once tell the truth
Lately, nobody fucks with shit like I do
Can I get another famous drummer featuring somebody fucking lame?
Recycling material, fuck it all that shit's the same
'Cause they don't got what I got and I don't like to gloat
But I guess it's like they say, you either got it or you don't
Oh, and to the haters and labels all saying I can't be myself
Well, fuck 'em
I'ma do it my way, yeah, yeah
I'ma do it my way, do it my way, do it
My way, yeah, yeah
I'ma do it my way, do it my way, yeah
Don't got a Grammy or a fancy car
Don't give a fuck, I'm gonna do it
My way, yeah, yeah, I'ma do it my way
Wait
I'm 'bout to get real about being in a band (what?)
Playing to three people and then sleeping in the van (what?)
My mom, she thinks it's glamorous but I'ma just say it
You kill yourself to make a record (and then nobody plays it)
If you spin this track twenty million times
And maybe make a buck (ching)
I can use that to buy my groceries, lucky I don't eat a lot
As a kid, I thought I'd be famous and become a billionaire
But maybe I'd be better off flipping burgers in the air
Just marrying my girlfriend
Living for the weekend
Pop-out a kid, settle down and quit the band
Nah, quitting ain't my style
So fuck it
I'ma do it my way, yeah, yeah
I'ma do it my way, do it my way, do it
My way, yeah, yeah
I'ma do it my way, do it my way, yeah
Don't got a Grammy or a fancy car
Don't give a fuck, I'm gonna do it
My way, yeah, yeah, I'ma do it my way
Kick it, uh
Kiss this, mother fuckers, uh
I'ma do it my way, yeah, yeah
I'ma do it my way, do it my way, do it
My way, yeah, yeah
I'ma do it my way, do it my way, yeah
Don't got a Grammy or a fancy car
Don't give a fuck, I'm gonna do it
My way, yeah, yeah, I'ma do it my way
Thank you