[hook]
what's up with that,
I'm talkin' bout your fake-ass track,
you sound like a preset,
and we already heard that.
push the button
but we don't wanna anymore of it
phoney glutton, look into a mirror or somethin'

v1

your same tweaked-out synths
cryin look at me, look at me
you need the attention, huh
like people magazine.
your stolen drums hits
did you buy them on TV?
your words mean nothin'
only 'cause I've seen somethin
you stuck in a jerk like circle
I'm tangential like dome is to purple
serpent-hearted and lion-tongued
everyday my journey has just begund
so call it a new-born song
the umbilical just rung
with nutrient notes
nature's siren sung
so of course I was led on
These are the times
in the days of our lives
so I get soapy like phantom
never roll with choice, but instead with your passion.

[hook]
what's up with that,
I'm talkin' bout your fake-ass track,
you sound like a preset,
and we already heard that.
push the button
but we don't wanna anymore of it
phoney glutton, look into a mirror or somethin'

v2

developin' my own sounds
that's how i gets down
tapes father hard-drives
that's how beats are raised in my town
oligarchy--they all get crowns
multiple mothers
guess I'm an old testament lover
Solomon had 700 wives
300 concubines,
like my Logic catalog
I'm married in my prime
offspring such vibrant vibrations
pluck strings in my bedroom, prolly drankin'
sing my song and slide
astro-fried so it's impossibly dry
like me spillin on a tarp in the sunshine

slide!

developin' my own sounds
that's how i gets down
tapes father hard-drives
that's how beats are raised in my town
oligarchy--they all get crowns
multiple mothers
guess I'm an old testament lover