[Intro]
It's a dirty rotten shame...

[Verse 1: Travis]
This is not novelty
This is nothing delicate
This the result of a 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 stagnant
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: Speech]
Keep singing songs
That I could write in my sleep
It's like I'm counting sheep
Keep singing songs
Man, you're boring me with your monotony
Keep singing songs
Just following the leader with your blah, blah, blah
Keep singing songs
That I could write in my sleep
It's like I'm counting sheep
[Verse 2: Travis]
And this is not a fashion statement, it's elegant 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 bite 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 doors 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
While flash in the pan bands 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 Koopa?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Travis]
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 the role model for parasites
You serve no purpose
You're purely decorative
And bore use to death with your auditory sedatives
Oh they don't see
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
[Chorus 2x]