[Verse 1: James Chelliah]
I’m a pessimist, nihilist, cynicist fuck
Shameless monomaniac, I am all of it
Narcissist, veritable self-centred artist shit
Honestly, I don’t even know what’s an altruist
Ask that boomer, they will tell you what it is
Fin-taking, dermarolling ageist
Can’t have their story, can’t escape it
New norms out when they wanna have fun
New norms out when they say ‘you’re the one’
Everybody‘s lying like leggings if they say they respect you
It’s high-waist robbery, auto-skip the apology
I’m too fucking comfortable selling you the comprеssed view
Build a legacy tall so thеy can correct you
Then every single time that they sneeze, you say ‘bless you’
Fuck your old friends, never see them again
Some people don’t really want you to be free
[Chorus: James Chelliah]
They need you to live to make money
They keep you alive so that they can make P
They need you to live to make money
They keep you alive so that they can make moolah
They need you to live to make money
They keep you alive so that they can make P
They need you to live to make money
They keep you alive so that they can make moolah
[Bridge: James Chelliah]
Money, pain, upper middle-class shame
Money, pain, upper middle-class shame
Money, pain, upper middle-class shame
Money, pain, upper middle-class shame
[Verse 2: James Chelliah]
Caution: rich folk know that it pays to be woke
Be careful when you trust the benevolence of a speech
Nobility know the short: the elite are with the elite
So shout out to GME, AMC, DFV
Do your favourite poets come from money, pain
Upper-middle class shame?
No need to hide it -- being poor is in vogue
The more you fetishise ‘purpose’, the more we think that we’re worthless
Code switching cause I don’t give a fuck ‘bout our storytelling tendencies
Every narrative is a hollow dish full of holy water
Sieved into self-importance and thirst
Bleurgh
I’ll never tweet again
It isn’t really essential to be heard
I guess
[Verse 3: Léa]
Oh, what a life to be leading
Tripping in the same box room, light switching
Day-in, day-out, I’m dripping
And I might get dangerous if I’m not winning
Oh, what a life to be living
Strip away my skin unless I prove to be useful to me
Oh, what else will I be needing
To leave space for my vanity
Silhouetted savagery
[Bridge: James Chelliah]
Money, pain, upper middle-class shame
Money, pain, upper middle-class shame
Money, pain, upper middle-class shame
Money, pain, upper middle-class shame
[Chorus: James Chelliah]
They need you to live to make money
They keep you alive so that they can make P
They need you to live to make money
They keep you alive so that they can make moolah
They need you to live to make money
They keep you alive so that they can make P
They need you to live to make money
They keep you alive so that they can make moolah