Bookie Baker - Content Lyrics

Brown-eyed baby, what do ya need?
You've got your mother's deep pockets and a mouth to feed
You've got a lifetime of rage but you ain't there yet
I'll be back to check your progress watch your very first step
Don't forget to hashtag
Your very first step
Pre-teenager, let's raise some hell
You're right, your parents don't get you, let's together rebel
And with this leather clad jacket we can take on the world
If you come from a middle-class family, suburban white girl
They don't value you
Not in the way I do
Young, black, undergrad, American man
You've been to seven Asian countries, never been to Japan
You read the Wall Street Journal and you like Alt-J
My updated algorithm says you're probably gay
With a 64% chance
That you're looking for some romance
I've got an app for you
Oh, I am your impulse
Your peace of mind
Oh I'm your instant comfort
I'm your axe to grind
I most certainly will be there for you
All of the time
Hardworking, middle-aged Michigan man
You worked for 33 years until the company ran
Now your government's got you paying tax on your knees
And your countries been invaded by those refugees
I'm a content creator, chaos lightin' up your screen
Misdirected aggression, I'm your rage machine
No affiliation to the poison prescribed
Collecting all the mass traffic is where my loyalty lies
It's all okay, now that I'm here to stay
So throw all your cares away
You won't miss what you gave away