Verse 1 He hits play on his drama, baby, same old track, Critiquin’ everybody with his mirror turned back. Sean’s hair, Clint’s hair—oh honey, change the song, We been dancing to this nonsense for way too long. Tom’s hot tub cover? Girl, is that your fight? Pointing out my typos like he’s literate tonight. Every single message, it’s the same routine— A disco ball of judgment with a bitter little beam. Pre-Chorus Ooh, he thinks he’s fierce, he thinks he’s queen— But he’s running on fumes and outdated tea… Chorus Negative Nephi, spinning like a scratched-up beat, Throwing shade in platform shoes he can barely keep on his feet. Negative Nephi, baby, readin’ the room all wrong— You ain’t all that with your bargain-bin song. I love you, but lord, you’re draggin’ me down— Negative Nephi, messiest disco in town. Verse 2 He’s the self-crowned critic of the hair parade, But that mirror of his? Mm, conveniently delayed. Picks apart Clint’s tastes like he’s haute couture, But he’s giving 2015 thrift-store anymore. Tom’s money, Tom’s cover, honey get a new beat— This remix is tired, and I’m takin’ a seat. I hit stop on his audio just to save my soul, ‘Cause the negativity’s thicker than a Studio 54 bowl. Pre-Chorus And I’m done… yeah I’m done… With his discount shade and his rerun fun. Chorus Negative Nephi, spinning like a scratched-up beat, Throwing shade in platform shoes he can barely keep on his feet. Negative Nephi, baby, readin’ the room all wrong— You ain’t all that with your bargain-bin song. I love you, but lord, you’re draggin’ me down— Negative Nephi, messiest disco in town. Bridge Glitter can’t hide That cranky inside. Sequins won’t shine If your vibe’s outta line. Work on that soul, boo— ‘Cause the rest won’t do… Final Chorus Negative Nephi, serving storm clouds at the rave, Critiques for days, but no courage to behave. Negative Nephi, baby, fix that track— Until then I’m dancin’ three glitter steps back. I’ll love you tomorrow, but tonight I’m free— Negative Nephi… no more disco for me.
