That CD in your place, that poster on your wall, that label on your face, but it don't bother you at all You sold out for that tree And I'm playin here for free I'm playin here for free Just a picture on my wall -and it's comin down And I'm not loving you at all -and I'm comin down That movement in your feet, that swagger in your hips, I've seen this shit before, it's when your music finally slips And I'm playin here for free I'm playin here for free Just a picture on my wall -and it's comin down And I'm not loving you at all -and I'm comin down