DNormous we got this!

[Verse]
Y’all still cookin’ this track? (Huh?)
Let me break down what’s comin’ next (Yeah)
People gon’ flood up your text (Brrt)
Sayin’ the same damn things that they said on the net
Like since dial-up days, no rest (Uh)
Why ain't you flip it? Why ain't you twist it?
Why you ain't rap like that one statistic?
Why ain't the bassline deeper? (Huh?)
Why ain't the hook much cleaner? (Bruh)
They drop the same critique on repeat
Like it’s been pre-saved on they screen (Damn)

Same folks say they miss that real
But when it drops, they sit so still (Frozen)
They want the sound, they want the thrill
But only if it fits their feel
Man, I can’t please every lane (Nope)
Too many roads, too many names
Some want soul, some want rage
Some want a clone of what came
Before—nah, I don’t do reruns
Ain’t no script, no seasons

They want a chorus with meaning,
But still want a beat that’s screamin’ (Okay)
They love to tweet, love to post
Sayin’ they miss "real rap," but it’s ghost (Where?)
Same playlist, same ten songs
Same old talk, man, keep it closed (Shh)

Shh Shh Shh

MY GAWD!

MY GAWD!

[Chorus]
This music’s trash! (What?)
This. Music. Trash! (Say what?)
(Slow it up)
(Wait for it…)
(Wait for it…)
(Drop hit right)
(Bang, ignite)
(Still they hate but love online)

Yes!
This is you—critic of food,
And seeker of Ultimate Truth
And if it’s lit (then let it burn)
‘Til another wave comes and turns
(The search for right don’t ever end)
(Sight unseen, trend just bends)

[Hook]
Funny how they made it that way
They made it (oh)
They can’t just take it like that
Here we go again, same cycle
New names, same old typo
Wanna smoke? (Wanna smoke?)
Wanna joke? (Wanna joke?)
We gon’ choke? (And burn slow)
We gon’ go-go-go (Yuh)

DNormous

Thank…
You… (Thank…)
Tee… (You…)
Muth… (Tee…)
(Muth..)

This track belongs to us, nawm sayn?
I mean just you n me, nawm sayn?
It’s not for them the mignon’s we filleting
Our fifteen minutes may come and be gone
But we’ll be toasting and singin’ these songs
For the rest of our days, man
Don’t fall for the craze, man
Just ride the waves, man
And stay for the fans

Cuz fakers be fakin and shakers be shakin
The money they makin ain’t poisoned our heads
The shots we be callin the fans say we ballin’ for no one we crawlin’ in ulterior beds
We made it straight
Lets open the gates
Show we got what it takes
Do what we love instead

And, friend, you right though,
The fire burns bright though,
And for now it’s our night though,
So we bleed til we bled
Haha

[Chorus]
This music’s trash! (What?)
This. Music. Trash! (Say what?)
(Slow it up)
(Wait for it…)
(Wait for it…)
(Drop hit right)
(Bang, ignite)
(Still they hate but love online)

[Chorus]
This music’s trash! (What?)
This. Music. Trash! (Say what?)
(Slow it up)
(Wait for it…)
(Wait for it…)
(Drop hit right)
(Bang, ignite)
(Still they hate but love online)

So let’s have a toast for the *ow* bags
Let’s have a toast for the *ow* holes
Like Frowns …*whimper*
jus playn Frowny! 😠
We put it out they allowed to critique
But when they on top they’ll see
They’ll see through the mystique

And if they smart they’ll catch on
That they can keep it real like before

There’s nobody keepin score…

They still shop at the same store…
The same store…
There’s no more…

“Dude… get it together”

“……right”

[Chorus]
This music’s trash! (What?)
This. Music. Trash! (Say what?)
(Slow it up)
(Wait for it…)
(Wait for it…)
(Drop hit right)
(Bang, ignite)
(Still they hate but love online)

[producer tag] “Not just DNormous…
TEEnormous”

heh.. TeeNormous… that’s good