I don't have a wet leg sort of edge
Their music is what it's like to hedge
No, I'm a blade ready to be wedged
I'm not breakthrough but I am full-fledged

What kind ground are you breaking
What kind of music are you making
It'll be history in the forsaking

Playlist playlist playlist they cheer
You want them to tell you what to hear
My songs are saws about what you fear
And that is that my time draws near

I'm coming
Start numbing
Fuck dumbing
Drummer drumming
I'm stunning
No touching
Start hushing
You're nothing
Judging
I'm shrugging
Funny thing
Bloody thing
Lovely thing
I'm going to sing
Break a string
Burn everything
It's my time to sting
You had nothing to bring
Nothing to have seen
Between your green screen
You your machine
All hail all hail kerosene
Make way for the queen
You can fall in between

Make way I'm making waves
You clicking saves
Putting forks in microwaves
To get a blaze
You got eyes that glaze
Lives that don't faze
In your ways like in maze
You just graze
I'm reinventing craze
I'm starting a new phrase
Fuck the norm always