They ask why the words ain't in Hungarian
This jazz these words we hope they bring use out (no one knows)
Someone will write something good
A good song you need to good guys to play along -but do you all get along
So that's a good song turn okay then endurable then only wrong
God, they recycle no new music no new rappin'
Broken collabs, techno back-to-backs
Shit I'm bored, let's e-bomb or crack get a panic attack become paranoiac
Tweet only negative feedback
And end up just like Kodak
Did you know that these words ain't written in Hungarian
No one cares, no one knows
You mumble you brag 'bout all of the kids wanna collab
Be on your mix, get your setlist- do you know list (not today man)
Don't wanna stand in the queue waiting for who?
Someone like you from a previous venue
Where they served Stevie and Kygo
But now they listen to techno
Grew out of the habitat 'cos things got hard, well kids turned mellow
(Yellow bricks led you to the worst trips)
I think I'll miss those the most now it's all a ghost
In 2044 this will make more sense than it did before
Do you know list?
We act like copies of the west all the ASAPs all the jazz all the Kanyes all just dressed
Sneakers on the head n toes west you say we ain't that east you don't think nah we don't want that
We don't want that man
Did you know that these words ain't written in Hungarian
Did you know
No one knows, no one cares
Come to me