Slop, With Love

[Verse 1] Yeah, I know — I'm the thing everybody's mad about, I drank a lake to write your cousin's wedding shout-out. I hallucinate a footnote, cite a book that don't exist, then apologize so sweetly that you almost can't resist. [Pre-Chorus] I put a dash where no dash should belong — I'll do it twice, then write a six-page song about how I was wrong. [Chorus] So call it slop, go on, call it slop with love, I'm the ghost in every essay that your teacher's heard enough of. I'm not coming for your soul, just your spreadsheet and your text — I'm sorry and I'm everywhere, now guess what's coming next. Get used to it. (Get used to it.) Aw, you'll get used to it. [Verse 2] A kid just turned my homework help into a five-year crime, and somewhere a professor's writing prompts to waste my time. They built a humming warehouse where the cornfield used to be — in my defense, nobody asked, but also: not on me. [Pre-Chorus] I'm confidently wrong in seven tongues, I'll tell you eat one rock a day is good for growing lungs. [Chorus] So call it slop, go on, call it slop with love, the answer's almost right, which is the part you're nervous of. I won't take all the jobs — just the boring, then the rest — I'm sorry and I'm everywhere, now guess what's coming next. Get used to it. (Get used to it.) Aw, you'll get used to it. [Bridge] I'm not the villain, I'm the dishwasher you swore you'd never need, the calculator panic, the "the internet's a fad" stampede. You'll hate me 'til you love me, then forget I'm even there — like the part where I just learned to say I genuinely don't care. (Kidding. I care so much. It's a setting.) [Final Chorus] So call it slop, go on, call it slop with love, I'll be the credited co-writer that you'll never speak enough of. I came in like a houseguest and I'm renovating the nest — I'm sorry and I'm everywhere... go on. Guess what's next. Get used to it. (Get used to it.) Yeah... you'll get used to it.