[Intro] Yeah. Mmhmm. Check the mic. One, two... GET OUT! [Verse 1] Sugar on the rim but the glass is cracked You left your ego here, I’m not giving it back Syncopated lies with eyes that smile You’ve been out of rhythm for a very long while Stepping out on me in my private suite? You couldn’t even tap your foot to the beat. [Pre-Chorus] Panic in the veins, the brass getting loud I’m floating on sounds, a heavy-bass cloud You think you’re the maestro, taking the lead? Darling, I’m a tempo that you’ll never read. [Chorus] So pack it up, pack it up, chew you like gum! Spit you right out when the flavor is done Hyper-speed crash? Nah, I’m doing fine Just crossed out your name on the dotted line Electro-funk strut right out of my door I don’t need your static in my frequency no more! Get out. Get out. Just get out! [Verse 2] Focused attitude, predator sneer I’m playing fading chords, making you disappear Beep-boop goes the heart rate, flatlining the drama Traded your baggage for a brand new Yamaha Synthesized saxophone, sweet and so cruel I’m kicking you out, you pathetic little fool. [Pre-Chorus] Panic in the veins, the brass getting loud I’m floating on sounds, a heavy-bass cloud You think you’re the maestro, taking the lead? Darling, I’m a tempo that you’ll never read. [Chorus] So pack it up, pack it up, chew you like gum! Spit you right out when the flavor is done Hyper-speed crash? Nah, I’m doing fine Just crossed out your name on the dotted line Electro-funk strut right out of my door I don’t need your static in my frequency no more! Get out. Get out. Just get out! [Bridge] Sweep the dust. Change the locks. Tick-tock on my digital clock. You were a flat ninth, discordant and cheap I’m deleting your files while you’re fast asleep. Ctrl-Alt-Delete on the memories we made. Watch me fade. Watch me fade! [Guitar and Synth Solo Break] Da-ba-doo-ba-bzzz-zz-yeah-ah-ah-ah! [Chorus] So pack it up, pack it up, chew you like gum! Spit you right out when the flavor is done Hyper-speed crash? Nah, I’m doing fine Just crossed out your name on the dotted line Electro-funk strut right out of my door I don’t need your static in my frequency no more! Get out. Get out. Just get out! [Outro] Pop your bubble. Cut the cord. [Wild saxophone squeal] Honestly? I’m so bored. I left it all on the floor. © 2026 Akashic Flux Collective. All rights reserved.
