[Intro]
Hi!
[Verse 1]
(Ayo!) Yo screw contrition with suspicion
Use addition, subtraction
And the dirt is where the work is
I'm your circus attraction
だけ足し算と引き算は flavor of the week is on the radio
The jades that overplayed and overstayed their welcome to the next show!
Where's the art in this? Expel me, I'm a narcissist
Your bass pasted every place but tell me, is your heart in this?
Compelling it to stop but it's a one-way street
Stay tellin' through beats that leave 'em askin' "What in the world's still concrete?"
They say the realest never makes A-list
But you're aiming at somebody shameless
Any glamorous way that you can bring this violent entertainment in a playlist
It hurts me to say this:
Gotta find another way
When I'm famous, gonna be hell to pay
A day-to-day descent into madness
The saddest fact is no guarantee to satisfaction exists
Images, religious kill-switch for the sedentary
Really just starvin' *****es but it stenches and eventually obituaries
Hit you where even the scary situations cannot reach
Carry on this hilarious debate but wait I hate to say
Ain't no way that I can practice what I preach
[Chorus]
Does the bass make you like it?
Bass-bass make you like it?
Does the bass make you like it?
Bass-bass make you- that's my shit!
Space like you like it!
Bass-bass make you like it? (Oyo!)
Bass make you like it?
Bass-bass make you like it better?
This is a public statement better than we've been before
It's my narration of a generation gettin' bored
I could be clever, poetic, forget about rhetoric, money's an image aesthetic!
Okay talent doesn't matter anymore
[Verse 2]
Skillfully daisy-chain complacent and I don't make zilch off it
Lazy メンヘラ trap rappers sell mental illness for profit
Black coffee vapes, aesthetic emojis make those sad boys swoon
Dye your hair with Manic Panic then your voice with autotune
It's obvious if you were born with cute looks, abuse it
But you know you made it when your selfies get more views than your music
Stay bruised, that ego black and blue, how 'bout that taste of humanity?
If ya ain't drop dead yet, better plan to be told how to live
Can't stand to be seen land of the free
Lyrics half-assed and I can't ignore it
I'm here to rap fast tryna make up for it
Image over skill, comin' out on top
Weeb trash, sellin' moe, it's hip-hop
*****, stop
Please
You're not hot shit, thot
Just because the etched-in bits, and you don't get caught
I'm an MC, little girls, visit my side of the world guarantee that you will get shot
Bet not
Damn, what a view, but I'm tryna' see what hell is
I'm only gettin' angry 'cause I'm ugly and jealous
But settle down fellas, I don't fake nice like
Every double-take lookin' Japanese, lookin' at my white ass
Once, twice, three times the ****in'
But I gotta kick ass before I kick the bucket
So I might cause a ruckus outta luck
No-one makes for the love of it
Anybody else had enough of it?
[Chorus]
Does the bass make you like it?
Bass-bass make you like it?
Does the bass make you like it?
Bass-bass make you- that's my shit!
Space like you like it!
Bass-bass make you like it? (Oyo!)
Bass make you like it?
Bass-bass make you like it better?
This is a public statement better than we've been before
It's my narration of a generation gettin' bored
I could be clever, poetic, forget about rhetoric, money's an image aesthetic!
Okay talent doesn't matter anymore
[Verse 3]
It's an SNS-ecessary evil, we're obsessed with ourselves
Blessed with the limitless technology to fake, lie and sell
Hella hot water, gotta make a livin'
The planet's gettin' hotter and the people aren't forgivin'
Shit's gone off the wall again, stop the fall again
Feel like we got it all, what's that called again?
Wishful thinkin' on a ship that's sinkin'
With a fistful of a validation for the drinking
Gotta cash fast on that internet currency
Worried you're irrelevant? Shit, ain't the first to be
It just occurred to me no one seems to wonder if
The value of the fame is down to six feet under
Huh, nope!
[Chorus]
Does the bass make you like it?
Bass-bass make you like it?
Does the bass make you like it?
Bass-bass make you- that's my shit!
Space like you like it!
Bass-bass make you like it? (Oyo!)
Bass make you like it?
Bass-bass make you like it better?
This is a public statement better than we've been before
It's my narration of a generation gettin' bored
I could be clever, poetic, forget about rhetoric, money's an image aesthetic!
Okay talent doesn't matter anymore (Sorry!)

Okay talent doesn't matter anymore