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letra de the industry - garrett johnson

{intro]
“yo dude young lil’ mumble just dropped his new alb-m” alex
“that’s cool” garrett
“aren’t you jamming it dude?” alex
“nah, i’m not intro that garbage” garrett
“garbage? you’re crazy bruh: blunts, 40’s, and hoes man” alex
“ehh it’s not for me” garrett
“you’re such a lame” alex
“i know” garrett

[verse 1]
welcome to the realm ruled by kings of drugs, cash, and sex
where bragging about monetary -ssets gains you respect
and the queens get based off their chests and what’s near their pockets
then we treat them as royalty, love them like they had pics in out lockets
but that’s so foolish and naive, they’re only in it for the paycheck
h-ll half these singers don’t even write their own music
and rappers don’t even produce, and everyone knows that
but still we pop them into our futuristic tape decks
then when they need more time fans are like, “it’s okay take a rain check
do you know how hard they work, they deserve to lay back”
umm not really, so many hardly even work on the track
they go in, perform what’s laid out, and go home for a quick snack
on top of that the industry’s filled with one hit hacks
that get one hit, build a little buzz, and fade to black
disappear like the had an epiphany they were whack
i’m probably just salty i have nothing, even though i don’t slack

[chorus]
isn’t this a lovely industry
i do a lot of drugs and get pussy, respect me
you best believe i make buckets of cheese
that’s why these girls got puddles when they’re on their knees
and don’t forget that i’m the king
just look at this car, this house, all my bling
i don’t need talent i have auto-tune to sing
i also have a big d-ck and br-ss b-lls that ding

[verse 2]
to be blunt right now i hate most of this industry
all these artists sound the same, both auto-tune and lyrically
talk about exactly the same shit, but still beef carelessly
like they can’t feel accomplished without having a rivalry
the worst part is now we have a generation that strives to be
just like them doing drugs, f-ck the rules, a social catastrophe
and sure it’s been like this for decades, so i’m speaking blasphemy
it’s not just the next generation, it’s been at least the former three
that’s the reason gangs and drugs have increased rapidly
and that’s why weed has been legalized drastically
take it as good or bad, but what do we expect out children to be
besides a bunch of disrespectful, hooligan, horn-dogs that pop pills and smoke trees
all they’re doing is behaving like mommy and daddy
obviously i’m not a saint, i’m trying to be truths caddy
so next time you roll a joint pack in more product to mask the sadly
emotions you get when you realize you shouldn’t need drugs to be happy

[verse 3]
honestly at this point i don’t believe i’ll ever blow big
my words are to serious, not fun, or juicy like figs
and i’m a f-cking loser, virgin, writer, i’m not a pig
so i can’t lie and write like i go out and give girls tons of d-ck
even if i was a smoking stud i wouldn’t be a prick
in my head i don’t care much for sex, i’d rather build a relationship
but the industry would rather hear me say, “i love slurping’ cl-t
the only point of life is gyrating in and out of girls wet, moist slits
wearing scuba masks because girls get wetter than the mariana trenches pits”
but i’m a pansy, good christian boy, i’d rather talk about emotions and shit
or i could talk about drugs like, “i’m addicted, i sleep on hemp fabric
every morning i wake up and pop every pill in the medicine cabinet
then guzzle a 40 until i’m as coherent as a spastic”
but i can’t, i’m as straightedge as a razor-blade sealed in plastic
if i ever gain popularity that would be beyond fantastic
but i feel the chance is better for me transforming into elastic

[verse 4]
basically the mainstream seems unachievable to get
when you’re about as popular as the kids that slit their wrists
and that isn’t a diss to the kids at risk
i myself am plummeting down depressions pit
every path i turn to traverse is icey, slippery, slick
in my core i believe life is one long trip of tricks
where people give dumb advice, tips like life goes quick
no shit, everything in life is just a disguised tick

[outro]
“dude what’s that garbage” alex
“uhh it’s nothing” garrett
“oh my god, are you really listening to that g-y 27 guy again” alex
“no man, it’s not, i swear” garrett
“you’re such a lame. you need to listen to real rap; not this bullshit feely stuff” alex
“yeah, ok pal” garrett

- garrett johnson

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