How could I ever stop? My position is missionary, I finish on top And while you're relaxin', I take action Guinness world record, I beat it, Michael Jackson Never stop, I workaholic Like spit sweat splatter Jackson Pollock But I'm not an artist, I just work the hardest I beat it to a pulp, just ask Jarvis Studio to studio, I drink juice, Produce tons of new shit, like a booty hole Show to show, full throttle, backstage, No models, no bathroom, I piss in a bottle And after the show a lot of autographs, Man, music is a joke I try not to laugh I just try to enjoy the grind My position is doggy, I come from behind Underground, underdog, underrated Under stress, under pressure, under-appreciated Man, this is war Where careers get killed and that's not a metaphor, like My mindset is military, like My attitude is Hitchcock, very scary Persistence, instincts, Go the distance, prove my existence That's why I never stop 'cause it's not Chilly, it's Lily, who makes really clever pop I just do it in a different way I'm kind of sort of indirect ricochet, Chilly like Pinochet, I don't make hits, I take risks And make flops like floppy disks I still stay professional and not sloppy I try to be original, not a photocopy Can't stop, won't stop Harder, faster better stronger, I listen to the robots I'm still doing things, so don't cue the strings, It ain't over 'til Beth Ditto sings So how could I ever quit My position? Don't f**k with me - celibate Groupie go home, you can find another guy Man, music is a joke, I try not to cry Sounds crazy, but the underground's lazy Maybe just a bunch of big babies And they're crying 'til they're on the guestlist, Then they puke at 6 am - English breakfast See I always hatch a new scheme No room for the club or a pub in my routine I don't judge you if you're part of a true scene But me? I could be anywhere - blue screen At the Grammys getting nominated Or trying to be a piano playing Larry David Flirting with rap, workin' for Birkin Behind your favorite singer I just might be lurkin' And I'm certain when they close the curtains My life will be a B-movie shot by Tim Burton And if I lack authenticity Remember authenticity is often shitty So please, no pity, You can never melt this ice-cold heart between my two titties 'cause what's life but a board game? And if you play the game then you're never bored with more of the same What's life but a competition You know my name, I am bitten I never stop Do it again
writers: EROL ALKAN, JASON BECK, ALEX RIDHA
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