Algorithm

Baby blue, they paid you to take my youth and use it up

They don't want a dilettante from up north in their club

But the truth is I was always useless, made excuses, I still do

If the dream is fading, well, you can always change it

I was by the wayside, never seeing daylight

Do whatever they like, just tell me what you people want

Tryna live a new life, do whatever you like

Wearing somebody else's clothes