Verse 1 You roll in with your headphones tight, Acting like you own the night. Pressing buttons like you’re saving lives, But the crowd’s just scrolling their feeds tonight. You drop the beat, but it drops too soon, Lights flash red, not neon blue. You say “trust the vibe,” but I can’t commit — It might be fire… or it might be legit. Pre‑Chorus You keep spinning, but the rhythm’s gone, Every track feels one note wrong. I’m not hating, just calling it straight — Maybe it’s time to hit escape. Chorus It might be legit, but maybe not, You’re pressing buttons like you’re hot. Crowd’s half‑awake, you missed the shot, Baby, you need to stop. It might be legit, but maybe not, You’re chasing fame you never caught. The beat’s gone flat, the lights forgot — Time to quit before you rot. Verse 2 You say “I’m the future,” I say “we’ll see,” You remix chaos into mediocrity. Every drop’s a déjà vu, Same old sound, nothing new. You’re lost in loops, I’m breaking free, You’re stuck in your own fantasy. I’m not cruel, just keeping it lit — It might be real… but it might be legit. Bridge You could’ve been the spark, But you’re stuck in the dark. You keep chasing the crowd, But they’re tuning you out. Take a breath, take a bow, You’ve done enough for now. Before the beat gives in — Maybe let someone else spin. Final Chorus
