This is not novelty This is nothing delicate This the result of your Google search for something relevant Stake claim immediately 'Cause hot products cool down At which point they'll flock to new sounds Take fame intravenously But when leisure turns to habit I'll be sure to leave the scene you started staging This is nothing fraudulent This is that joy shot itchy feeling lingering behind your target audience You got them all convinced, but we ain't buying it, buddy Demand for lies is high, and you're supplying it Truth is brutal; it consumes you if you let it Type that in your little away message and set it
[Chorus] Keep singing songs That I could write in my sleep It's like I'm counting sheep Keep singing songs Man, you are a lead but trouble not to be Keep singing songs Just follow the leader with your blah, blah, blah Keep singing songs That I could write in my sleep It's like I'm counting sheep
And this is not a fashion statement, it's delegate intuition Far beyond your bed wetter kindergarten compositions This is a part of me How can you sleep at night when what you don't write you write half heartedly? Go join the army And be the best you can be Give a new meaning to blowing up over seas, please! We kick those boys down when nobody would let us in And give you that proverbial taste of your own medicine We took your formula and relabeled it And sat patiently and giggled when you drank it Street voice and street cred run just about the same Pop bottles and drop names And you'll dismiss it 'cause it ain't what ya used to But who the fuck died and made you king cobra?
Wow, congratulations on your new purchase I heard you bought a crib on biters block Downtown plagiarism's paradise You're not a movement, you're purely amusement The poster boy for Xerox and a role model for parasites You serve no purpose, you're purely decorative And bore us to death with your auditory sedatives No, we don't sleep And hog tie your runaway bride with cold feet We built this city on lock and load logic And burned it down the same night So go ahead and put your tears on ice, baby I think we got a winner And kiss your crucifix; your boy's a certified sinner