Water Memory - Truth Well Told! lyrics
[Water Memory - Truth Well Told! lyrics]
Emerge from the flames to the dirt and
The rain re-birthed into fame now
White tux with a burgundy stain was it worth
All the shame reversed to the playground
Pig fucking made ya worse than
Insane blew a hole
Through ya cage and a bird flew away right
So you can stay immersed in the
Game or you burst through
The frame and put a bullet
Through your brain twice how nice
I say this sat at my desk in Newton
Park, it's 08: 21 greenwich mean time, 2021
This is an open letter to the
Music Industry and it’s oxy-moronity
A case study to trap drum epidemiology
Deuteronomous hominids tryna fuck
With the psalmody
But this topical monody shall
Cease only prosodicalli-
A Hymn to the one last true iconoclast
May he rise to the
Catalyst of pop-cultural crash
To burn down the GRAMMYS
And it's masked autocrat
And draw a circle on his head with the ash
Yea O yea
But, if the mundanes wanna vibe
Thats fine with me
Just let ‘em listen to the bmmm or the bmmabm
Made a Tik Tok meme where’s my GRAMMY please
Those kids‘ll never even hear this shit
Oh oooooh don’t you know it
Don’t you know it now now now
That’s what I call music
The UMG PR account dropped the N-Bomb
And then got absorbed by the owners of Enron
Remember when Lil Pussy hit the
Dab in 5th generation irony
And became the national face
Of social anxiety
And then his publicist accidentally typed one
His tweets in correct capitalisation
And the whole world forgot about him entirely
Daniel Ek won the album of the year award
Girl he had with him ass
Coulda won the rear award
Wait actually I think that was the runner up
And Drake got snubbed with Jeff
Bezos fucking the summer up
God Jesus Gob & Buster
I have pulled myself up a pole of mustard
And yet I see no God up here
Just a lot o’ merch and bundled gear
A lotta cash and little shame
Another trap superstar hung by his chain
I'd like to dedicate this song to those who
Passed away in the best of ways
Before you Fortnite dance on
An Epstein’s grave
I have to say since Pac passed away it did
Pave a new pathway to sell a tape
So you stick it together
Whilst ur praying to the
Ass monolithically measured
Turn around baby now you’re
Playing with power you’re so cute when you
Think you’re empowered
But, if the mundanes wanna vibe
Thats fine with me just distract ‘em with
The pornographized bribery
And sneak out with their free-will entirely
Those kids‘ll never even hear real shit
Unless you thank a Weinstein
Eat some spicy wings
And throw a major 7th chord over everything
And take a marketing class with a Paedo ring
Those fucks could never ever kill this shit
Oh! That’s Truth Well Told!
Ahh! Truth Well Told!
Apple Watch they have us locked
Like the net around the top of an Apple shop
Mhhh like a beta in a pack of dogs
And the only way is up like an Apple stock
Or Disney oligopoly the media’s the monarchy
It’s an apocryphal democracy
They stop ya reading blocked beliefs
With lock and key
Lock and key
Fire, fury, brimstone, technocracy
But who am I to judge? I still play my part
Fuck artistic cred’ I still chase the charts
So if the outcast archetype mainstream hit's
I’m gonna Car pool karaoke
Off a cliffffffffff
The rain re-birthed into fame now
White tux with a burgundy stain was it worth
All the shame reversed to the playground
Pig fucking made ya worse than
Insane blew a hole
Through ya cage and a bird flew away right
So you can stay immersed in the
Game or you burst through
The frame and put a bullet
Through your brain twice how nice
I say this sat at my desk in Newton
Park, it's 08: 21 greenwich mean time, 2021
This is an open letter to the
Music Industry and it’s oxy-moronity
A case study to trap drum epidemiology
Deuteronomous hominids tryna fuck
With the psalmody
But this topical monody shall
Cease only prosodicalli-
A Hymn to the one last true iconoclast
May he rise to the
Catalyst of pop-cultural crash
To burn down the GRAMMYS
And it's masked autocrat
And draw a circle on his head with the ash
Yea O yea
But, if the mundanes wanna vibe
Thats fine with me
Just let ‘em listen to the bmmm or the bmmabm
Made a Tik Tok meme where’s my GRAMMY please
Those kids‘ll never even hear this shit
Oh oooooh don’t you know it
Don’t you know it now now now
That’s what I call music
The UMG PR account dropped the N-Bomb
And then got absorbed by the owners of Enron
Remember when Lil Pussy hit the
Dab in 5th generation irony
And became the national face
Of social anxiety
And then his publicist accidentally typed one
His tweets in correct capitalisation
And the whole world forgot about him entirely
Daniel Ek won the album of the year award
Girl he had with him ass
Coulda won the rear award
Wait actually I think that was the runner up
And Drake got snubbed with Jeff
Bezos fucking the summer up
God Jesus Gob & Buster
I have pulled myself up a pole of mustard
And yet I see no God up here
Just a lot o’ merch and bundled gear
A lotta cash and little shame
Another trap superstar hung by his chain
I'd like to dedicate this song to those who
Passed away in the best of ways
Before you Fortnite dance on
An Epstein’s grave
I have to say since Pac passed away it did
Pave a new pathway to sell a tape
So you stick it together
Whilst ur praying to the
Ass monolithically measured
Turn around baby now you’re
Playing with power you’re so cute when you
Think you’re empowered
But, if the mundanes wanna vibe
Thats fine with me just distract ‘em with
The pornographized bribery
And sneak out with their free-will entirely
Those kids‘ll never even hear real shit
Unless you thank a Weinstein
Eat some spicy wings
And throw a major 7th chord over everything
And take a marketing class with a Paedo ring
Those fucks could never ever kill this shit
Oh! That’s Truth Well Told!
Ahh! Truth Well Told!
Apple Watch they have us locked
Like the net around the top of an Apple shop
Mhhh like a beta in a pack of dogs
And the only way is up like an Apple stock
Or Disney oligopoly the media’s the monarchy
It’s an apocryphal democracy
They stop ya reading blocked beliefs
With lock and key
Lock and key
Fire, fury, brimstone, technocracy
But who am I to judge? I still play my part
Fuck artistic cred’ I still chase the charts
So if the outcast archetype mainstream hit's
I’m gonna Car pool karaoke
Off a cliffffffffff