Producers write our songs So people sing along And if we don't go number one We're through It's true We're playing sold out shows But we don't know where the money goes Step by step Here's what we know So I put my hands up Get on the floor Shake it shake it shake it Like you want some more And then I smile real wide Go deep inside Then I drop another line Like girl don't cry Let me tell you how my heart is sore Don't break it break it break it like you did before Then I preach it like I love you girl It's true Then we throw you for a loop With a weird chord change Cos we don't even know what we're singing about But we know it sound catchy if you play it real loud I don't even try to figure it out, it's just too complicated so sing it like this Nanananananananan Nanana It's a mind control post Stylists buy my clothes And dress me up so I don't look old Then a makeup artist paints my face Photoshop make that shit look great Gotta focus on my tweets Get a salad cause I'm not allowed to eat Step by step And then repeat Just follow me In two years from now, We'll have a fallout I blew all my money now I'm at my mom's house Then Tyler goes on Keeps singing our songs To half filled dive-bars