My blood, it boils into the rhythm
This urgency to revolutionize
Curve the ball for the batter, batter, batter, batter
Swing only when it feels right
Yeah (Oh, yeah)
They twist and churn your story for the likeness of their image (They take, they take, they take)
They scratch and prod your mind until your brain feels pillaged (They make, they make, they make)
They'll box you up inside and hang you out to dry
They'll rinse you and repeat you every rising tidе
(They told us what we're worth and to sign on thе line
And to not forget the waiver or we'd be chastised)
They've made a map of all our teenage transgressions
(Memoirs made out of scars)
They told us we can market you just to turn up the aggression
(Directions made out of pretensions)
In the entertainment business, we are entertained by you
And your longevity is based on what we can accrue off you, off you, off you, off you, off you, off you
During the fifteen year return thereof
The company shall have the exclusive worldwide rights to manufacture and distribute Tough Baby to commercial and/or promotional purposes
Including any commercial sale or other exploitation of so-called "content"
For the respect of the embodiment of Crack Cloud [?]
The company is hereby entitled to the direct engineering and manufacturing of Crack Cloud
Brand entity and commodity as established in paragraph six of the minimum production of Crack Cloud net value
In a 60/40 split [?] representation has been adjusted to the current market scale
Big bang, loud hook
Don't you love our virtuous industry?
Live in perpetual idealism
Just listen to the wokeness of the rhythm
Shimmy to the left, now we shimmy to the right
Are we right in the context of our lives?
Yeah, the fuzz come and go
All the pitchforks and the trolls
It's a circus that's made on money
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