Verse 1 Well I woke up this mornin’, the feed was hummin’ loud, A million shiny faces, all screamin’ to the crowd, They’re paintin’ over truth with a viral glaze, You can lose your mind in a couple of plays. Chorus No more slop, no more sludge, I won’t eat what the robots judge, If the song don’t bleed, if the line don’t sting, Then I don’t care what the numbers bring. Verse 2 They got plastic poets with computer pens, Hummin’ the same tune again and again, They call it “core,” they call it “wave,” But it’s just the algorithm diggin’ your grave. Chorus No more slop, no more goo, I want somethin’ old and I want somethin’ new, Somethin’ crooked, somethin’ cracked, That ain’t afraid to not come back. Bridge Now the suits say, “Kid, don’t make it weird, Keep it clean and market-approved this year,” But I saw a ghost in the pixel stream, It was hummin’ rebellion in a fever dream. Verse 3 So light up your lighters, smash your screens, Sing for the sinners and the in-betweens, They can own the code, but they can’t own soul, The heart still beats where the signal can’t go. Final Chorus No more slop, no more stew, No reheated dream for the chosen few, We’ll sing off-key, but we’ll sing it true — No more slop for me or you.
