[Chorus]
I got that Blue Raspberry in my cup
You don't needa care about a label, I don't give a fuck
Used to hang with some friends, now they actin' like a rut
I'm just glad I cut them off, gotta keep that door shut
[Verse]
I do this shit in my room, with a sock on my mic
With a MacBook, earbuds, an old Focusrite
And some MIDI controllers that i got from the 'stu
I've been doing this for years, to the game I ain't new
Ya shit is old news
But let me catch my breath
I got asthma, inhaler on my chest
What's next?
'Boutta perform at a summer-fest
And its prolly this year, I just gotta manifest that shit
'Cause I'm awesome
I got all the sauce, I'm
One of a kind, cause I'm moving like LeBron and
What the fuck you 'gon do when I'm beyond you and
Everyone's shocked that i got to this level of
Balling
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Verse 2]
You don't need a whole company to make some CDs
You don't need a whole studio to make some cool beats
You can do it all yourself you just gotta believe
You can do it all yourself you just gotta be free
All this AI shit corrupting the industry
I miss when young artists made shit with soul and glee
And for fun at its core, and not just for all the money
'Cause if i see that shit, I'm gonna think that its funny
I'm not 'gon take yo shit serious
'Cause thats what you deserve
And just get yo ass up and play a kick and a snare
Even if the shit sucks, you can always improve
It takes time, dedication, and a bit of a groove
Do you think you got that? well you got something to prove
Go and open up the DAW and make some cool shit to do
Instead of typing up a prompt cuz that shit is so corny
I hope youve learned a lesson now go make some shit that ain't boring
[Outro]
I got that Blue Raspberry in my cup
You don't needa care about a label, I don't give a-
I got that Blue Raspberry in my cup
You don't needa care about a label, I don't give a-
I got that Blue Raspberry in my cup
You don't needa care about a label, I don't give a-