Payola

Now, I really don't care if I ain't western as fuck 'Cause I don't wear a hat and I don't drive a truck I've made everything but a living My voice has gotten used I ain't selling my soul for a couple of views Payola for thee Payola for playlists, blue checkmarks, and follows and streams We'll license your song Give ya 60 percent We'll advance you some dough So you got money to spend Put it all toward the motion When she blows up big High five our fat asses with our 40 percent Payola for thee Payola for playlists with checkmarks and follows and streams There are folks in the business no older than me That ain't ever done nothing but e-mail And drinkin' the Coke in the kitchen It ain't Coca-Cola, and they'll swear and declare Payola, Payola Payola for thee Brought to you by nepotism And veiled in authority Payola for thee It's The Wizard of Oz And the curtains of do-re-mi-mi-mi I ain't ever been viral But I've had the flu It was hard to monetize But I made it through And then the 'rona raged And the labels went home We went back to Starbucks They took PPP loans Payola for thee Payola for wages Lost in the divine comedy Payola for thee It's The Wizard of Oz And the curtains that do-re-mi-mi-mi From the cowboy cosplay of Music City To the LA cyborgs of New York pretties Austin City's got no limit for DMT dreams It's all bought and paid for It ain't as it seems Payola for thee It's the vending machine of a music industry Payola for thee Brought to you by nepotism And veiled in authority It's a shallow money trench Thompson's correct Sail through an ocean of shit And ya still get wrecked Payola for thee Payola for playlists with checkmarks and follows and streams Payola for thee Brought to you by nepotism And veiled in authority Payola for thee It's The Wizard of Oz And the curtains that do-re-mi-mi-mi