Come On, Man Lyrics

If I had a dollar for every "well, actually"

I'd be as rich as the rest of you get to be

In a world that was built for you

But you still can't admit it's true

If I had a dollar for all of the work I did

Maybe I'd pay my bills, maybe I'd get to live

In a world that was built for you

Sick of playing by all your rules

You say

"Sorry, can you clarify why you deserve credit

On a song you wrote all by yourself

Produced it, sang it, sent it

To this random guy over there

We think he should get the lion's share"

Come on, man

Think you can do it better than I can?

Cause I was born to juggle catcalls with phone calls

But never call you out

For mansplaining shit you know nothing about

So come on, man

Think you deserve the money in your hand?

They even manufacture much deeper pockets

In all of your pants

To convince you you've earned it, but damn

Come on, man

I can't count the dollars that I've spent on therapy

Talkin' about people who don't plan on paying me

Then the money materialized

When they gave the job to a guy

You're out buying houses and cars and vacations

Off songs that I wrote you when my heart was breaking

And you don't see the irony

Cause your life comes so easily

So tell me can you clarify why you deserve the glory

For doing the bare minimum

And stealing all my stories?

It's almost like you're not as strong

As the people you keep stepping on

Come on, man

Think you can do it better than I can?

Cause I was born to juggle catcalls with phone calls

But never call you out

For mansplaining shit you know nothing about

So come on, man

Think you deserve the money in your hand?

They even manufacture much deeper pockets

In all of your pants

To convince you you've earned it, but damn

Come on, man

Come on, come on

Show us what you're made of

And while you're at it

Show us what they paid ya

You love to tell us that we're never good enough

Enough, enough, enough

(Come on, man)

Come on, come on

Show us what you're made of

And while you're at it

Show us what they paid ya

You love to tell us that we're never good enough

Enough, enough, enough

(Come on, man)