That's grandiose
They'll never grasp it
Music that they play here is all f*cking flashy
Respect the difference but man let's face it
Between 808's all we hear is fake shit
I don't feel it the way they do
Nor can you
This shit doesn't make us move
Time we cut lose
Nobody's for the art
Everybody for the groove
I guess they don't connect clubs with intellect
But we're both strange with things that make us wet
So f*ck this place, let's do our zone
Smoke some cream, put the lights real dim
Hit some beautiful records on the gramophone