Imposter

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?