Why you gotta treat me like I'm a low down dirty  Climbin' up on thirty  Dress like a kid to make me feel young punk  And talk junk  You musta fell out of your bunk  And smacked your head  Or your face or somethin'     I don't need nobody flyin' in my jet stream  Take the bus  Go on and get yourself your own dream     This is my own life keepin' me down  Where I wanna be in my private nation   I'm alone all thinkin' life's a phone call  Here for just a while when in my private nation   You can ride or you can go     Why you gonna step on shoes  When you don't know whose been in 'em  Have you ever been more than a bump  On a rock that likes to roll  In the middle of a soup bowl in the sky  Use your eyes  It's all you got till you die     I don't need nobody flyin' in my jet stream  Take the bus  Go on and get yourself your own dream     You can ride on, it ain't free  Leave a light on, so you can see  How to get back when you go     How to get, how to give  How to make ends meet  How to lose, how to win  How to stay on the seat  How to use momentum to keep the two wheels straight  How to wait after it feels like you waited so long