If you got it, flaunt it. That's what they taught you
At the school of the materialistic mantra
If you want some, get some, it could be that easy
If you can't, well fuck off that's what being greedy gets you
Income income income, the outcome is you
Win some win some win some, you lose a lot of yourself
In the things that you can hold between your hands
But you cannot give a damn
Because the way the cookie crumbles is
Your value's just a number in
An algorithmic database
Until you get replaced
And if you give into the pressure it exerts
Aren't you just getting what you deserve?
If you think that you know what you're worth
Buckle down because you're gonna have to
Turn blood sweat and tears into dollar signs
You need that. 6 cents if you're gonna
Survive in the big leagues, you're stuck behind the fence and
Complain all you want it still never makes sense
It never makes sense
So you've got to stick through the bullshit
Prove that you're in love with music
By reinforcing the useless platform
Fucking abuse it
Make money that you'll never see
It disappears magically
But you would do this for free, right?
That's where they got you wrong
That's where they got you wrong
