[Verse]

My style is so damn convoluted

Became shackled by my blueprint

That’s some brutal terms you’re glued to, fella

Edit, edit, edit, edit, pass

Patchwork quilting, inlay built-in

Stubborn silk in craft

Unstitching cheese in every bar

Like edit, edit, edit, edit, nah

Scrap that one buddy

Over understudied till your tongue’s all bloody

Over complicated even when you do flex

How do cats write a throwaway and still beat chests?

How them half hit punchlines go primetime

While the rafts hit shorеlines?

Any dullard making off with the door-prize, old hеads all dulling

Dumbing down dead trying to claw time

Wanna say something, wanna feel fulfilled

Wanna kill some but never feel kill-kill

What a slow down egghead real shill deal

To edit, edit, edit, edit, fuck

Backspace, backspace, dead it

Nice big word, can you actually spell it?

Scrunch that one, son, shoot the hoop

Wastebin pile full of half whole-truths

Man, I’ve never been the kind to play ball

Never ever avid on reading the playbook

Grew up Cobain, slow lane, skill first basis

No pre-talk, no upsell baseless

Yellin’ bout the table, televising the waitlist

I spent my time paintin’ my own seat through hate shit

When they’d heckle at the back, snigger at the front

On the convoluted code and resilience

Salivatin’ at the mouth on its brilliance

Levitatin’ on the stage with my belly out

Rebuttal brush stroke subtle oiled out

On the edit, edit, edit, edit

But right now, no time to glow Picasso

Take your poop-mouth, go live in the past though

Genuine leather-bound limit for arsehole

Hot-stamp branded with a finger to fuck off

Or sit on, spin on, pick your nose with it

Legitimate be into progressiveness and its dialogue

Or play facilitator in degradation and side on

Many of your own swords now to fall and die upon, brother

Keep calling other, or set it to the past

Learn to be a better lover

All the world’s ills from abuse, round the frills and the root

Forced programming bruise all youth

Every girl has a timeline blitzed with the times it was used

Plus a dense back catalogue of all the best tunes to dance to

Age like all of their fans do

We can keep dwellin’, sellin’ candy to bad tooth

It’ll fallout from the fall out, tuck your balls in boy

Still kiss your mother with that mouth?

She smell it on your breath, fella? Sorry, ma’am

Better edit, edit, edit, edit, damn

Didn’t edit that enough

Time sheddin’ all the skins of the tough

Came to realise there ain’t much tougher

Than those in transition and those keepin’ up

All the snubbed out weirdos in spiked collars

All the same sex hand holds who out cupboards

All the “Fuck you, no”, this is me holdin’ my ground

Sit down, whole world of us

The shock jock era now done dead

Dull as a white wall painted that colour again

But a soundboard of out of date petulant men

Still wanna poly round the precipice, lettin’ ‘em swing

Better regulate that woman hate or melee with them

Most of them in real life likely nice gentlemen

With strong mothers, sisters, lovers and cousins

Who sat through the jokes still supportin’ the hustle with tense muscles

Who can outcast faster?

Welcome reprise, demise of past masters

Make a b-line and refine your harsh laughter

Better be kind and in kind you’ll cast farther

On the precipice of next gen editin’

Less aid and abettin’ the pained middle men

Watch it play out. Watch the whole spoon metal bend

Old douche ruse find severance

Could hear a pin drop here in the haystack

I edit dead sea scrolls til’ its one track

But old me must’ve had new me’s back

I feel for you lookin’ back trying to edit that

It’s a time where Aus rap’s going black

What an odd line, course we support that

But somehow in the cracks of the core kings

Still talking women and gay to trash

This ain’t a hashtag bandwag’

My code red long coded in glow mesh

Trying to be liked I’d hide out and grow tech

Now I don’t feel scared to be open

Tried to battle, I was fake, that’s a bloke thing

Found balance in my fans and my feminine

Appeared late but revered and settled in

Had me questionin’ the music that I meddle in

For so long. Where the girls went ghost

Felt unwelcome in their home

Had to hard up, bully up, boast

Ten times as hard as equivalent blokes

Some topic need a soft edge, some they don’t

Past odes all convoluted fluffed with flow

My clothes all drippin’ with complicit, they soaked

No doubt this need to be aired out, no code