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[intro, soul sample] oh oh oh oh oh oh oh [Verse 1] the bars that rappers once got behind they got behind again they’re washed out in the Caribbean vacations don’t shine again where’s the art where’s the beauty in designing like a cardigan cash or card? dunno, I’ll go with cash, won’t get a card again [crescendo] i’m wild till the party’s end but sometimes the bad parties end they’re partisan towards what? towards being nonpartisan they’ve went in the Maldives so many times they not a part of land they part of corals, of turquoise waters, and dummy white sands policing without reason is sometimes serendipitous you never know when there’s a bad reason someone’s just dipping man. just remember, your idol, your Fave might just be the sickest man the worst people are the one that pick the children’s hand […] [verse 2] every painting has blood under the frame and it's insane from unintelligible mumble rap to masterpieces of fame grimacing with the milli (ward) you know it's all the Saem green with envy yet I still end up the brightest jade gray? I think you'll know some hip hop artists have fifty shades they put stuff on their insta looking cool with their shades did I just rhyme shades with shades? oh crap I guess that's what I made even the bad toxic culture is spreadin to my hate so..hold on by critiquing the industry I critique myself? (uhh..) (wait but I'm not..) (ok. what am I even doing..) (I'm just writing these lyrics for no reason) (and) (now I went into a social meta commentary--) (ehh what the hell just continue I'm too deep in this anyway) sorry for the downtime, that was me thinking about this am I critiquing me or everyone else? a roundabout diss (Hey remember just don't get too entrenched again, just forget about it) (Right. Sorry) Wait..what the hell am I doing? (Oh god. This song is falling apart.) [bridge spoken word section] (Listen. You've become part of the industry.) (Yeah...so?) (You..can't really critique it without critiquing yourself.) (Then I'll just leave the industry and make a rap song about it.) (Every time you make a rap song, you stay in the industry longer. And you can't just..leave. That's pretty much impossible.) (Oh.) [soul sample] You can leave the industry anytime... [spoken word from main singer] But that guy said-- [soul sample] F**K what that guy said! You have free will! [spoken word from main singer] I still want to call out the- [soul sample] NO. Just leave silently. That'll make your mark. Like me. I can leave silently any time I want to. But nooo, you have to make this song run on and on with useless "meta commentary" that detracts from the song! [spoken word from singer] But- [soul sample] But what? I can be exploited because I'm just some stupid music piece? You're no better than anyone you're calling out! [spoken word from singer] .....Good point.