I show potential through a scream
We start to act the same, control delete
'Cause I feel emotion, but only when I create
And you let a dollar sign take that away
Bitches sell they soul to people they don't know, no
Flat rate, fee, or percentage, no
Hatred, buked up resentment, a follow or mention annihilates friendships, so
Build my repertoire hoping I can make it far
Live in a society where hope is not enough
One, zero, zero, one, zero, one, one
End of your duration
Picture perfect, say you're outdone
Esteem assassination
Copy-paste, what a waste of a pretty face
But I know my place in the archive

Sell my passion for headlines
Sign the bull straight dotted line
The role of master is assigned
No longer is my art piece mind
Connect the USB
Invest your time in me
I'd like it if you would
Maintain my livelihood
Bitches sell they soul to people they don't know, know
Flat rate, fee, or percentage, no
Hatred, buked up resentment, a follow or mention annihilates friendships, so
Build my legacy, knowing I built it for me
Hope I find my peace, trying not to please the monarchy
One, zero, zero, one, zero, one, one
End of your duration
Picture perfect say you're outdone
Esteem assassination
Copy-paste, what a waste of a pretty face
But I know my place in the archive
Wise in what what I say
Construct reform my phrasing
Careers get canceled by the same people that make made them
I'll give you most of me
But just know I still got a piece
Will public be account as long you know you don't own me
Give a stack, but you still gotta pay your pretty-boy tax
You choose, you can have all the fame, or have the respect
Reflect, was it worth all the stress you put on yourself?
Debut, chasing dreams, have you caught up yet
One, zero, zero, one, zero, one, one
End of your duration
Picture perfect say you're outdone
Esteem assassination
Copy-paste, what a waste of a pretty face
But I know my place in the archive
One, zero, zero, one, zero, one, one
End of your duration
Picture perfect say you're outdone
Esteem assassination
Copy-paste, what a waste of a pretty face
But I know my place in the archive