You claim the charts have lost their soul
Just high-def trash out of control
Posting deep thoughts at half-past three
But it’s just clout-chasing for all to see
You're playing "Artist" in your lonely room
While begging for likes to fix your doom

"The pros are gone," or so you say
"A secret game that I can't play"
Spinning a web of your own cliché
It’s getting old, babe—What do you say?

If it hits, you take the crown
If it bricks, you bring 'em down
Blame your boss, blame your ex
Blame the system, what is next?
Society? The era? The code?
Who’s the next one on your road?
Spit it out!
What are you saying?
(I can't hear you through the lies)
What are you saying?


Conspiracies and shadow bans
A "perfect" plan by "hidden hands"
But while you’re fighting demons in your head
Your own damn vibe is rotting and dead (Decay!)
"I do it for love, not for the pay"
Then why you checking your phone all day?
(Yeah, what are you looking for?)


Don’t just Obey, don’t just Sway
You’re just a puppet in the way
If you’re the master, if you’re the soul
Master the rhythm, take control!
(Master it! Hand-master it! Alright!)


If it hits, you take the crown
If it bricks, you’re going down
Nobody’s fault but your hollow song
You’ve been the victim way too long
Spit it out!
What are you saying?
(Show me what you got!)
What are you saying?

Face the truth, quit the act
Reality is a funky fact
Still crying in your castle of sand?
It’s time you finally understand...

...You’re nothing but a [BEEP].

(Alright! Woo! Peace out!)