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!)