[VERSE]

It's so lazy but maybe this'll make me

Hate to brag about it

Get down or get out

Get founded or found out

Discovered, hustle

Fucked with, untouchable

You don't even need to like it

Social credit, creator

Resumé fluff, enlightened

Talk fodder - I only made a dollar

This project sunk a lot of 'em

But fuck it this is content

So be content with being on it

Forget being honest

Ten thousand hours doesn't guarantee the promise

Those who can't do, teach

Those who can't love, hate

Thosе who talk the most shit always arrive late

I didn't makе art to feed an algorithm

I didn't make music to please an algorithm

Not what I want but the existential dread

Content is king, creativity's dead

Ok, ok, whatever

[Chorus]

Art turn to content

Film turn to visuals

Always want more

With diminishing residuals

I'm right here

Just ask me what you want

Just ask me what you want, ok

Just ask me what you want

Just ask

[VERSE]

Cutting up the smallest thoughts

Like butchers selling every part

I must sell, I must be bought

Investing, tanking of my stock

I put em in buckets like coin organizers

Emotions to journals

Then memoirs, newsletters, opinions, reviews

Insecurities, captions, ideas and jokes

Usable status', commodifying my art

Using every piece of this deer in the headlights

Ideas as memes, food for the feed

Photos of nature, pictures of family to fodder

Spreading these seeds. Expendable content

Algorithm training, face recognition

Tracking and aging, this American dream

It's a big club and we just ain't in it

Blood in blood out do not let them finish

Content. Control. Pushing our limits

With a fraction of a fuck off the dollar that we're spending

[Chorus]

Art turn to content

Film turn to visuals

Always want more

With diminishing residuals

Just ask me what you want

Just ask me what you want, ok

Just ask me what you want

Just ask