Fuck The Champagne

You know what?
This song is not for anyone but me
Maybe I'll not even publish any of this shit
Well, 5a.m. in the front seat of my car
It's like 10 degrees, but that's alright, you know why
Because I finally feel myself, that's right
And that's what it's about
Fuck the money
Fuck the clout
Fuck the fame
Fuck the Champagne

There comes a moment when you gotta decide, right
Where you are and who you are in this game
That you call your life

Now, I decided it's my way or the highway
Deus Ex Machina, she survived it
Against all odds
She did what no one ever thought she got
In her, have you seen her?
What's this thing with these weird shades on
And these weird rap songs
Haven't made a single dollar off this shit
But I'll keep going on
Putting my mind to writing bars and spitting lines
Cause I know why I'm fucking in it, that's right

Now, at five a.m. I write rap songs in the front seat of my car
It's like 10 degrees, but that's alright, you know why
Because I finally feel myself, that's right
And that's what it's about
Fuck the money
Fuck the clout
Fuck the fame
Fuck the Champagne

Now, consciousness divided, let the hard problem be likely that
I find it when I write like this, nicely fit my vibe with this
Therefore, I'll never be silent
Stereotypically shut up, but violent
Indifferent, but hiding quietly till I die from it
Mildly in agony, but stick with it, gimme a minute
Shall I change it or dig it? Call me a misfit
Luckily for me, I never meant to fit in
What's that anyway?
Eyes to the screen, let me ask Chat GPT
Please explain that concept to me
I don't get what they mean"Um, yeah. This shit is nonsense. I don't get it either"

Now, I decided it's my way or the highway
Deus Ex Machina, she survived it
Against all odds
She did what no one ever thought she got