[Verse 1: The Wilde]
I am the product of the voice on the beat
And the snap-back-hat wearin’ guy on the street
Armed with a fender strat and an mpc
In the booth confessing on your mp3s
I am the sum of every record I own
I remember every word and I recite em like poems
Not worldwide known but world wide web grown
The more music I played the less I seemed to feel alone
So when you hear this song, you can throw it in your music box
Put me in your headphones let me seep into your thoughts
When you’re walking through the downtown blocks in your city
Feeling stressed out, overwhelmed and generally shitty
You can let this little message nestle deep inside your brain
Get it in your head and then embed it in your veins
When everything is pain and you can’t even explain it
You can patch up your gashes with tracks and this who to blame it on

[Hook]
Fuck your social media
Reality TV
All your needy friends
And your Netflix fees
Fuck all your dues to pay
Just wanna live free
All my isolated homies
Get down with me

All we wanna do is bump beats and rhyme
All we wanna do is just waste our time
All we wanna do is play songs you hate
All we wanna do is this and it feels fucking great

[Verse 2: The Wilde]
I am the quotient of stress over bullshit
Walking by the waterfront and staring at the ocean
But a tidal wave of bass hits ears and on that notion
I’m at peace with my anxiety and I am fucking coastin’
Everything gets worse till you empower yourself
If you don’t always feel it, you have music to help
Those who don’t understand, they can go to hell
Don’t explain your lifestyle, music keeps your well
You are healthy and alive, in your prime and in your youth
You never even need to be the loudest in the room
When you walk in, the bass kicks… boom
If you are what eat, then it’s beats you consume

[Hook]
Fuck your social media
Reality TV
All your needy friends
And your Netflix fees
Fuck all your dues to pay
Just wanna live free
All my isolated homies
Get down with me

All we wanna do is bump beats and rhyme
All we wanna do is just waste our time
All we wanna do is play songs you hate
All we wanna do is this and it feels fucking great

[Verse 3: The Wilde]
I am the difference between blink-18-2pac
I spit to span the spectrum from old rap to new rock
Singing back lyrics to from Black Keys to Hot Chip
Biggie to dead prez, bigger than hop-hip
Bigger than a genre more than a feeling
I figured out that music shit was the best way of dealing
Cheaper than the therapy and better than the drugs
Prescribe me a track, sit back and feel the buzz
From the back of the class to the front of the club
I feel you man and I've been there lemme show you some love
Lose it to the music cuz you can't get enough
Use it to forget like your past wasn't rough
Rap, pop and rock and roll, grab it cop it, let it flow
Out your window cuz you know it's what you got inside your soul

[Hook]
Fuck your social media
Reality TV
All your needy friends
And your Netflix fees
Fuck all your dues to pay
Just wanna live free
All my isolated homies
Get down with me

All we wanna do is bump beats and rhyme
All we wanna do is just waste our time
All we wanna do is play songs you hate
All we wanna do is this and it feels fucking great