Lyrics: D.o.a. 2 + 2.

You just can't mold me
I'll be what I wanna be
And I'll see what I wanna see
Even if 2+2 you means three
You can't hold me

You know my name
You got my number
I'm just a somethin'
You wanna put under

When I'm a walkin'
Down the empty street
You put up a barrier
That I have to meet

You send me a message
You want me to stop
The things I'm takin'
From what you got

Your talk-talk-a-talkin
Bout what I do
But ya better stop pushin'
Or it'll be all over for you