(Verse 1)

I show potential through a screen

We start to act the same, control delete

'Cause I feel emotion but only when I create

And you let a dollar sign take that away

(Pre-Chorus)

Bitches sell they soul for people they don't know, no

Flat rate, fee, or percentage, no

Hatred, pent up resentment

A follow, a mention, annihilates friendships, so

Built my repertoire, hoping I can make it far

Live in a society, where hope is not enough

(Chorus)

One, zero zero, one, zero, one one

(End of your duration)

Picture perfect, still you're outdone

(Esteem assassination)

Copy-paste, what a waste of a pretty face

But I know my place in the archive

(Verse 2)

Sell my passion for headlines

Sign the bull straight dotted line

The role of master is assigned, and

No longer is my art piece mine

Connect the USB

Invest your time in me

I like if you would maintain my livelihood

(Pre-Chorus)

Bitches sell they soul for people they don't know, no

Flat rate, fee, or percentage, no

Hatred, pent up resentment

A follow, a mention, annihilates friendships, so

Built my legacy, knowing I built it for me

Hope I find my peace, tryin' not to please the monarchy

(Chorus)

One, zero zero, one, zero, one one

(End of your duration)

Picture perfect, still you're outdone

(Esteem assassination)

Copy-paste, what a waste of a pretty face

But I know my place in the archive

(Bridge)

Wise in what I say

Construct, reform my phrasing

Careers get canceled

By the same people that made, made them

I'll give you most of me

But just know I still got a piece

Will public the account as long as you know you don't own me

Give a stack, but you still gotta pay your pretty boy tax

You choose, you can have all the fame or have the respect

Respect, was it worth all the stress you put on yourself?

Debut, taste the dreams, have you caught up yet?

(Chorus)

One, zero zero, one, zero, one one

(End of your duration)

Picture perfect, still you're outdone

(Esteem assassination)

Copy-paste, what a waste of a pretty face

But I know my place in the archive

One, zero zero, one, zero, one one

(End of your duration)

Picture perfect, still you're outdone

(Esteem assassination)

Copy-paste, what a waste of a pretty face

But I know my place in the archive