(Keighley, Biscuits. 3:48)  You just can't mold me  I'll be what I wanna be  And I'll see what I wanna see  Even if two plus two 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