VERSE 1

Come now, look at the twist in their promise and the way they just lock us in fees
It ain't about the artist, its about the margin of motherfucking profit seen, (Please, yeah)
Stop it, rock it, drop it
Lock us in contracts so they profit
Thats the strategy that they try to encourage
Let their business flourish cause “artists are rubbish” above us
I can feel the friction fracture their fingers the way they’re devising
Temperature rising as they rub their hands and smile, yo, could you give me the reason to by it?
Creativity a lie, blood sucking leeches with fucking suit and ties
Hunt down a prosperous enterprise and lie
Fuck all them contacts, tell us otherwise


CHORUS

So what do want from me?
You’ve been bleeding us dry
The reason we won’t
The reason we don’t
The reason we’re never ever gonna die

What more do you want from us?
We’re just trying to get by
The reason we won’t
The reason we don’t
The reason we’re never ever gonna die