Wake up in the morning acting like you care
Put on some EDM and do your hair
Take a RapidRide over to work in Queen Anne
Top off your night on the hill with Xan
Listen to DJ Khaled shout his own name
Bet you wish you had that kind of fame
Everyone wants to be a special snowflake
But fortune and fame's a twisted game
All for them to end up the same
On your translucent black mirrors
It's dank memes and clickbait
Virtual girls are your assistants
But you're a slave to the system
Better act fast and get that selfie
Keep doing that keto if you think it's healthy
You'll be so hot every gender will want ya
Unless you've triggered a social justice warrior
This day and age you can't be you
Just a pawn in the eyes of tycoons
Given a number treated like a buffoon
F*ck them, follow your dreams, it's never too soon
On your feeds and stories
It's soft core and pumpkin spice caramel lattes
You're chained to the rhythm
'Cause you're a slave to the system
Phones get smart while you stay basic
Fast food's no different from your taste in music
It's hard to find a gem in the sea of plastics
Gotta wade through bullshit to find the good shit
Hey NPCs are you afraid of reality?
Where media's full of ads and mediocrity makes money?
Salute to the corpse of liberty
Rage against the machine
Rejoice, "F*ck you, I won't do what you tell me"
You don't get another chorus
your boy blue - Slave To The System Lyrics
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Wake up in the morning acting like you care
Put on some EDM and do your hair
Take a RapidRide over to work in Queen Anne
Top off your night on the hill with Xan
Listen to DJ Khaled shout his own name
Bet you wish you had that kind of fame
Everyone wants to be a special snowflake
But fortune and fame's a twisted game
All for them to end up the same
On your translucent black mirrors
It's dank memes and clickbait
Virtual girls are your assistants
But you're a slave to the system
Better act fast and get that selfie
Keep doing that keto if you think it's healthy
You'll be so hot every gender will want ya
Unless you've triggered a social justice warrior
This day and age you can't be you
Just a pawn in the eyes of tycoons
Given a number treated like a buffoon
F*ck them, follow your dreams, it's never too soon
On your feeds and stories
It's soft core and pumpkin spice caramel lattes
You're chained to the rhythm
'Cause you're a slave to the system
Phones get smart while you stay basic
Fast food's no different from your taste in music
It's hard to find a gem in the sea of plastics
Gotta wade through bullshit to find the good shit
Hey NPCs are you afraid of reality?
Where media's full of ads and mediocrity makes money?
Salute to the corpse of liberty
Rage against the machine
Rejoice, "F*ck you, I won't do what you tell me"
You don't get another chorus
Put on some EDM and do your hair
Take a RapidRide over to work in Queen Anne
Top off your night on the hill with Xan
Listen to DJ Khaled shout his own name
Bet you wish you had that kind of fame
Everyone wants to be a special snowflake
But fortune and fame's a twisted game
All for them to end up the same
On your translucent black mirrors
It's dank memes and clickbait
Virtual girls are your assistants
But you're a slave to the system
Better act fast and get that selfie
Keep doing that keto if you think it's healthy
You'll be so hot every gender will want ya
Unless you've triggered a social justice warrior
This day and age you can't be you
Just a pawn in the eyes of tycoons
Given a number treated like a buffoon
F*ck them, follow your dreams, it's never too soon
On your feeds and stories
It's soft core and pumpkin spice caramel lattes
You're chained to the rhythm
'Cause you're a slave to the system
Phones get smart while you stay basic
Fast food's no different from your taste in music
It's hard to find a gem in the sea of plastics
Gotta wade through bullshit to find the good shit
Hey NPCs are you afraid of reality?
Where media's full of ads and mediocrity makes money?
Salute to the corpse of liberty
Rage against the machine
Rejoice, "F*ck you, I won't do what you tell me"
You don't get another chorus
Writer: Kevin Le
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid