[Intro - spoken, loose, conversational] Yo check it... I was sittin' there the other day thinkin' Why everybody got a opinion 'bout what's "real" music Like, who died and made you the DJ of the universe Anyway... let's get into it [Verse 1] Music's like a buffet, everybody got a plate Don't nobody need to tell you what you s'posed to put on it, wait You like the twangy guitar, banjo, cowboy hat affair I'm over here with synthesizers floatin' in the air Your cousin bumpin' opera in the Honda with the bass I'm vibin' to some lo-fi while I'm starin' into space Ain't nobody wrong here, that's the whole entire point Music ain't a courtroom, ain't no jury, ain't no joint [Hook] Whatever gets you movin', that's the one (that's the one) Whatever feels like home to you, just vibe and have some fun Ain't no wrong playlist, ain't no wrong genre, ain't no rule Just close your eyes and let it ride, however you do you [Verse 2] Polka, trap, or country, classical, or screamo too Doesn't matter what it is as long as it gets through to you I seen folks argue over genres like it's some kinda war Like the bass got opinions, like the treble keepin' score Nah, the speaker don't discriminate, the rhythm don't care who It just wanna make you move and maybe heal a little too So crank it up, whatever "it" is, ain't no need to explain Your eardrums ain't required to match anybody's lane [Verse 3] Grandma got her gospel, baby brother got his drill Sister blastin' Bollywood, ain't nobody gotta chill 'Cause it's all just frequencies and feelings findin' a way out Ain't a single sound on Earth that's worth an argument or shout So next time someone tell you that your music taste is whack Just smile and turn it up a little, ain't no need to clap back Music's one big buffet, world's the biggest table yet Take your plate and load it up, ain't no wrong way to get fed [Verse 4] Metalhead who cries at musicals, I see you, that's alright Trap fan got a soft spot for a sad piano late at night Country boy who secretly got K-pop on his phone Jazz cat who be bumpin' bounce music when he's home alone Ain't no contradiction, that's just bein' a whole person Don't gotta pick a lane and stay there till the music worsens Like a closet, your playlist ought to have a little of everything Mismatched and a little weird, that's what makes it interesting [Outro - relaxed, warm, trailing off] Whatever gets you movin'... That's the one... Ain't no wrong way to vibe... Just have a little fun... Crank it up, however you do you... That's all there really is to it, man... Anyway... I'm out... Y'all have a good one... ...Peace.
