[Verse} I need a little bit more direction. Then leavin' it up to my discretion. I got too many ideas in my head. For it to be up to me instead. There's no theme so I churn out slop. Throw in a couple rhymes and set it to pop. Just a block of four lines taken from the top. Then connect it with a bridge with a little bass drop. [Bass Drop Bridge] I'ma give you something here. Just a little uninspired. Feeding all your ears. Formulaic desire. [Chorus] Just three chords with a beat. Is this what they want? Like food on the table. And askin' them ta hunt. Just a few mouse clicks. You'll get somethin' that sticks. When the bars on the floor. Why would they ever pick it up? [Verse] puh-RY-uh-toh in action. For the ninety percent. Why aim for the top. When they drown out my dissent? They don't even count sylables. They won't ever figure out. That it doesn't hit the heart. When all their after is clout. Who's it even for, when it's for everone? Sure there's a diamond in the rough, but the searchin' ain't fun. Like needles in stacks and luck of the draw. We're lost in the music in a world made of straw. [Bass Drop Bridge] I'ma give you something here. Just a little uninspired. Feeding all your ears. Formulaic desire. [Chorus] Just three chords with a beat. Is this what they want? Like food on the table. And askin' them ta hunt. Just a few mouse clicks. And they can get somethin' that sticks. When the bars on the floor. Why would they ever pick it up?
