[Hook] Ninety-nine percent of everything is shit Scroll past, skip, don’t save, don’t miss it Ninety-nine percent of everything is shit Same face, same sound, same recycled myth Ninety-nine percent of everything is shit Say it again till it finally sticks Ninety-nine percent of everything is shit If this hits you wrong, you might be in it [Verse 1] Ninety-nine percent of takes are loud and hollow Ninety-nine percent of news is fear you can borrow Ninety-nine percent of trends die by tomorrow Ninety-nine percent of “deep” is just shallow sorrow Ninety-nine percent of playlists sound the same Four chords, soft drums, whisper pain pain pain Ninety-nine percent of rebels begging for her mum Talking anarchy online, bedtime half past one [Hook] Ninety-nine percent of everything is shit Lazy boredom that influencers spit Ninety-nine percent of everything is shit If it’s safe, approved, it probably is Ninety-nine percent of everything is shit Say it proud, say it loud, say it quick Ninety-nine percent of everything is shit Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] Ninety-nine percent of art wants to be liked Sand the edges down, never risk a fight Ninety-nine percent of comments just repeat What the last loud asshole already tweeted last week Ninety-nine percent of bosses sell “family” Ninety-nine percent of love is just logistics and anxiety Ninety-nine percent of gods need cash Ninety-nine percent of truth comes wrapped in ads [Bridge] That don’t mean stop That don’t mean quit That one percent’s the reason you exist Dig through the landfill, bleed for the top One good thing still beats a million slop [Hook] Ninety-nine percent of everything is shit Most of it’s noise, you don’t feel it Ninety-nine percent of everything is shit But that one percent still hits like this Ninety-nine percent of everything is shit Clench your teeth and don’t you frown Ninety-nine percent of everything is shit Be the thing that isn’t, or shut it down [Outro] Ninety-nine percent won’t understand Ninety-nine percent clap on command I’m betting everything on the fraction that’s real If you feel this line, you know the deal [music dies down - then return with the bridge - this time with raggae vibe and full on sing along chorus and big choir] That don’t mean stop That don’t mean quit That one percent’s the reason you exist Dig through the landfill, bleed for the top One good thing still beats a million slop
