This is just another shallow pop song,
It's got no substance at all,
And none of these words even mean shit
That's how you know it'll be a hit
Cus nobody cares no more,
Yeah thoughts just become a chore
And we wanna turn our brains off.
So don't even listen,
Just drink and, blur your vision,
Cus we wanna just sing along.
And I hope, you like the same chords
Played over and over again, till your ears bleed out
Cus I'm not, gonna change em,
I only booked the studio for an hour.
Now I'm gonna fill time by saying bunch of random shit
In a rhythm that's catchy enough to stand a bitch up.
Yeah, *incoherent noise*
I'm so fucking talented yeah, yeah
I'm so fucking talented yeah, yeah,
I'm so fucking talented yeah, yeah, yeah