I saw your album sitting solitary in the record shop
There were tons of copies of it at like 20 bucks a pop
Got your face up on the cover looking clean and dripping sweat
You had to buy it ‘cause your label didn’t get your copies yet
Heard you’re at the new downstairs club tomorrow night
Got 15 people interested in the invite
Unless you’re twinkling or drinking, audiences aren’t massive
Your Noisey article’s about as interesting as plastic
Who’s putting out your tape? How many copies did you make?
And if they sell out in a week how much are you really paid?
Having fun playing in bars half your fanbase can’t show up to
Having good hair and a nose ring can’t really help you out too much, dude
When riding on the trend just make sure that you keep your footing
‘Cause the second that you slip you’ll quickly transform into nothing
But ’til then your monotony doesn’t bother me, though
I see the solipsism on your skin like a case of vital ego
This stage wasn’t meant for you
This success lest forgets the truth
I am so sick of what you do
Your self-obsession shining though
Go hit the lights and kill the sound
Your art’s too stale to stick around
I’d like to throw you all right out
So you can’t see what happens now
You’re deafening for fifteen minutes then you’re quiet as a mouse
So go have fun in the garage of your fuckin’ dollhouse
You had to pay to play the martyrs so you better just relax
‘Cause trying too hard makes you end up in a bric-a-brac brac brac brac brac brac
Opened for a couple rappers, yeah you’re really quite diverse
I hope you know you’re not the last and not at all close up to first
You’ve got a song about your favorite beer, your favorite girl and car
I’ve got a song about about my dick but I don’t pass it off as art
“Hey you heard this new band man? They’re like a mix of Sting and Nelly”
I could make a better record with the acids in my belly
“But they’re opening for Black Lips!” Well I’m yawning at their music
What good is an axe if you can’t find a captivating usage?
“This spot is really all inclusive, it’s the best place in the scene”
Well until they let my folk ass in I don’t see what you mean
It’s an uphill battle backwards with promoters playing favorites
So I guess I’ll cover Fleetwood Mac till I’m fuckin’ Flavor Flav rich
This stage wasn’t meant for you
This success lest forgets the truth
I am so sick of what you do
Your self-obsession shining though
Go hit the lights and kill the sound
Your art’s too stale to stick around
I’d like to throw you all right out
So you can’t see what happens now
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