(Verse 1)
I show potential through a screen
We start to act the same, control delete

'Cause I feel emotion but only when I create
And you let a dollar sign take that away

(Pre-Chorus)
Bitches sell they soul for people they don't know, no
Flat rate, fee, or percentage, no
Hatred, pent up resentment
A follow, a mention, annihilates friendships, so

Built my repertoire, hoping I can make it far
Live in a society, where hope is not enough

(Chorus)
One, zero zero, one, zero, one one
(End of your duration)
Picture perfect, still you're outdone
(Esteem assassination)
Copy-paste, what a waste of a pretty face
But I know my place in the archive

(Verse 2)
Sell my passion for headlines
Sign the bull straight dotted line
The role of master is assigned, and
No longer is my art piece mine

Connect the USB
Invest your time in me
I like if you would maintain my livelihood

(Pre-Chorus)
Bitches sell they soul for people they don't know, no
Flat rate, fee, or percentage, no
Hatred, pent up resentment
A follow, a mention, annihilates friendships, so
Built my legacy, knowing I built it for me
Hope I find my peace, tryin' not to please the monarchy

(Chorus)
One, zero zero, one, zero, one one
(End of your duration)
Picture perfect, still you're outdone
(Esteem assassination)
Copy-paste, what a waste of a pretty face
But I know my place in the archive

(Bridge)
Wise in what I say
Construct, reform my phrasing
Careers get canceled
By the same people that made, made them
I'll give you most of me
But just know I still got a piece
Will public the account as long as you know you don't own me
Give a stack, but you still gotta pay your pretty boy tax
You choose, you can have all the fame or have the respect
Respect, was it worth all the stress you put on yourself?
Debut, taste the dreams, have you caught up yet?

(Chorus)
One, zero zero, one, zero, one one
(End of your duration)
Picture perfect, still you're outdone
(Esteem assassination)
Copy-paste, what a waste of a pretty face
But I know my place in the archive
One, zero zero, one, zero, one one
(End of your duration)
Picture perfect, still you're outdone
(Esteem assassination)
Copy-paste, what a waste of a pretty face
But I know my place in the archive