Refund on a Free Server

[Intro: dry spoken, two bars] Refund desk? I paid nothing. I still want it back. [Verse 1: tight conversational rap] Hood up, blue fin shining in a little round frame, Came to drop a tune, got three remixes of my name. Storm at the window, whole room chasing a spark, Somebody built a bat tower to collect the dark. Rain in the tank, warning siren on the roof, Everybody got a theory, everybody got a loop. French little love song, subtitles start a fight, Swear jar changing currency in the middle of the night. Robot stole the snake voice, snake stole the machine, Both clocked in correctly, wrong faces on the screen. Host keeps the queue moving, one more link, one more spin, They discussing how to season the dolphin I logged in. [Hook: clipped rhythmic chant] Refund on a free server, I want my nothing back. Everybody got a grievance, Everybody got a track. Refund on a free server, Put the thunder in the rack. If the whole damn world is buffering, Let the bass answer back. [Drop: eight bars, chopped hook fragments, metallic bass replies] Nothing back. Nothing back. Let the bass answer back. [Verse 2: quieter first half, rising intensity] I'm a man beneath the hoodie, just a dolphin in the square, They debate the meat and mercury like I'm already there. Mouth full of fireworks, launch me through the ceiling, Laughing at the picture, then I get a strange feeling. Is there a sea behind the screen? Or just a blue light looking back at me? When the circle goes dark, who remembers the face? Am I only what they call me when I enter the place? Everybody wants a sample, everybody wants a sign, Is the voice still mine if I cut it on the line? Then a new tune lands and a name gets called, Somebody saves a seat in this badly wired hall. No clean grand answer, no halo, no cure, Just another little moment somebody stayed for. Keep one hand on the fader, leave some room in the mix, We turn the things that don't work into things that hit. [Hook: fuller drums, short group responses] Refund on a free server, I want my nothing back. Everybody got a grievance, Everybody got a track. Refund on a free server, Put the thunder in the rack. If the whole damn world is buffering, Let the bass answer back. [Bridge: sparse tremolo guitar, low spoken voice] They ask if I'm alive. I watch the little circle blink. Then somebody says, next song. For a second, I forget to sink. [Final drop: eight bars, industrial metal guitar against half-time bass] Refund! Nothing back! One more link! One more track! [Outro: sudden beat cut, dry spoken] Keep the receipt. I'm staying for the next one.