This bag is heavy, seriously... I'm not a saint, I've been a sinner all my life I ain't tryna have my flaws, I'd rather keep them in the light They wanna criticize, scrutinize, cast another stone Fan me at the stake and sit and watch it from the dome They say the devil is my pal, I do a lot of drugs The crowd will only like me if they're really fuckin' drunk They think they know my thoughts, but they don't know the least If they'd listen to the words, they'd find a message tight beneath what it goes And one ear, and right out the other People talkin' shit even though they never bother, it goes And one ear, and right out the other People talkin' shit, it kicks up everywhere You hear that? You hear what's comin'? Oh, you better run for the news Cause we're comin' to your town And we're gonna burn that motherfuckin' town Oh oh, oh oh Here's the motto to this story We don't do if all the glory We don't do if all the money We don't do if all the fame So all the critics who despise us Go ahead and criticise us It's your tyranny that drives us As the fire to our flames, and it goes In one ear, and right out the other People talking shit, but you know I never bother, it goes In one ear, and right out the other I'm only playing music Cause you know I fucking love it, it goes In one ear, and right out the other People talking shit, but you know I never bother, it goes In one ear, and right out the other People talking shit, they can kiss the back of my hand