[Intro] Thank you. No, seriously. Don't cut the mic yet. [Verse 1] Everybody too cool for the award show, I'm checking if the little gold man's got a barcode. Could be worth something. Kidding. Mostly. I'm putting that thing where the door light can see. Somebody piss on a trophy for a photo; I got a clean shelf and a rag waiting home. You ain't got to act like it doesn't mean a thing; I know what it costs when nobody listens. Rent still due, crown still crooked, No seat on Mount Rapmore? Cool, I brought a cushion. Best at failing? Give me that category; I got a very long list of supporting stories. [Hook - big rhythmic melody] I'ma keep the trophy. I'ma keep the little note. I'ma keep the name of everybody Who came when nobody showed. Don't have to pretend I'm above it. Don't have to pretend I'm the king. I'ma keep the trophy; I made a thing that meant a thing. [Verse 2] Thank the fans, thank the friend with the cable, Thank the chair with the leg I had to save. Thank the downstairs neighbor for not making a case When the bass did a lap round the room after eight. Thank the cheap little mic for taking the pressure, Twenty takes later, same shirt, same temper. Not a victory over anybody else; Just a good night I can put on a shelf. Tomorrow if the numbers go back where they started, Still got a song that I made from the hardest. If I'm beginning again, let me begin; Don't need to burn what I won to look genuine. [Hook] I'ma keep the trophy. I'ma keep the little note. I'ma keep the name of everybody Who came when nobody showed. Don't have to pretend I'm above it. Don't have to pretend I'm the king. I'ma keep the trophy; I made a thing that meant a thing. [Bridge - half-time, sincere] If you listened in the room Or you listened on your own, You made a little place for me. That's what I'm taking home. [Outro - band stop] Thank you to the academy. Whoever that is. Can somebody validate parking? [End]
