Thsta fiar

This beat ain't funk 'cuz it's exactly on beat

And the same four chords are served too neat

And he got real pissed and he had to take a seat

Did he ever stop and think, did he wanna move his feet?

Haven't practiced enough, true emotion is rough

Clean my racket all up, true emotion is dusted

I recorded on tape, sounds good in discotheques

Fuck Melodyne, I'll redo all my takes

Possibilities expanding, mixing while I'm traveling

More than petty lawsuits are doing to me

Name notes on sight, analytical bite

Nice parlor trick, but do the lyrics make you smile or cry?