Verse 1 You say it ain’t art, I say watch me, You say it ain’t real, but it still cuts deep. You wanna throw shade, wanna talk that stuff, But don’t call it fake just because it’s new to us. You can hate my style, you can hate my brush, You can say I cheat, you can make that fuss. But fear in your chest don’t rewrite the truth, You’re mad at the wave ‘cause it’s bigger than you. Pre-Chorus Art is what hits when it hits your heart, You don’t get to choose what tears us apart. Say what you want, but it is what it was, Everybody has an asshole just like everybody’s got their own opinion, love. Chorus Don’t hate the player, hate the game, You say my name, I stay the same. This is art, your fear won’t change it, This is real, and you can’t unmake it. Don’t hate the brush, don’t hate the touch, Don’t say it ain’t art ‘cause you hate it that much. Don’t hate the player, hate the game, Your fear don’t change reality. Verse 2 Critique the medium, go ahead, go on, But don’t act like feeling can only come one way strong. That’s your opinion, that’s not the world, That’s one voice loud, not the final word. If this ain’t art, what’s a DJ then? Flip it, shape it, make it live again. If this ain’t art, then where does it stop? You just hate the sound when it hits too hot. Pre-Chorus There’s something human inside this song, Something honest when the beat rolls on. Say what you want, but it is what it was, Everybody has an asshole just like everybody’s got their own opinion, love. Chorus Don’t hate the player, hate the game, You say my name, I stay the same. This is art, your fear won’t change it, This is real, and you can’t unmake it. Don’t hate the brush, don’t hate the touch, Don’t say it ain’t art ‘cause you hate it that much. Don’t hate the player, hate the game, Your fear don’t change reality. Bridge You can hate the tool, You can hate the frame, You can scream all night, It won’t change the flame. You can lock the door, You can draw the line, But the heart comes through Every single time. Final Chorus Don’t hate the player, hate the game, You say my name, I stay the same. This is art, your fear won’t change it, This is real, and you can’t erase it. Don’t hate the brush, don’t hate the touch, Don’t say it ain’t art ‘cause you fear it too much. Don’t hate the player, hate the game, Your fear don’t change reality. Outro Everybody’s got one. Everybody’s got one. Everybody has an asshole just like everybody’s got their own opinion. Everybody’s got one. Everybody’s got one. That don’t make you right, that just means you’ve got one.
