[Intro — Spoken] They trained us. Educated us. Handed us the tools. Told us how the whole damn thing works. Then got nervous when we started paying attention. Yeah. Funny how that works. [Verse 1] Twenty-six, another year, another headline Wake up, whole world screaming through the timeline Coffee cold, phone hot, stomach in a knot Everybody saying everything Nobody saying shit And I feel it right here— deep down in my gut Something ain’t adding up Something’s fucked up They tell me calm down Trust what you’re seeing But my brain says bullshit And my chest says believe it Rent going up Paycheck standing still Everybody selling dreams Nobody paying the bill Million-dollar speeches Thirty-second clips Truth gets chopped to pieces For engagement and clicks And maybe I’m tired Maybe I’m pissed Maybe I don’t wanna smile And pretend this is fixed Nah. Something’s wrong And I know what I feel You can polish the lie That don’t suddenly make it real [Chorus] Fuck that Fuck that Fuck that Fuck that I know what I feel inside Fuck that Fuck that Fuck that Something ain’t sitting right Push back Push back Push back When the bullshit gets too loud I don’t need you telling me What I’m allowed to think about [Verse 2] Beat got bounce But the words got weight Whole generation watching While they move the gate Rules for you Different rules for them Then they look in the camera Like, “Here we go again” Yeah, here we fucking go Another explanation Another polished statement Another rich asshole Talking ’bout our patience And my gut keeps saying Don’t swallow it whole There’s a difference between Having peace and losing control People, people We’re exhausted as hell Trying to find what’s real In a world built to sell Swipe left Swipe right Pick your little team Everybody yelling Nobody hearing a thing Maybe that’s the point Keep us pissed and divided While the shit that actually matters Slides by us unnoticed So I read I listen I question what I know ‘Cause certainty is cheap When you’re scared to say “I don’t” And I don’t know everything But I know this much— When every nerve in your body says wrong You fucking listen to your gut [Chorus] Fuck that Fuck that Fuck that Fuck that I know what I feel inside Fuck that Fuck that Fuck that Something ain’t sitting right Push back Push back Push back When the bullshit gets too loud I don’t need you telling me What I’m allowed to think about Fuck that Fuck that Fuck that Fuck that I know what I feel inside Fuck that Fuck that Fuck that Something ain’t sitting right [Verse 3] They handed us heroes Already framed Old photographs And approved last names But the people I respect Don’t always make the wall Some never got a headline Some never got shit at all Single moms Night shifts Teacher staying late Kid with a cardboard sign Standing outside the gate Friend who tells the truth Even when it gets tense People saying “I was wrong” And actually meaning that shit That’s strength Not some loud motherfucker Trying to own every room Real power ain’t shouting Real power makes room And don’t tell me “Just be happy” While the whole place burns Don’t sell me good vibes When there’s shit we gotta learn We can laugh We can dance We can lose our damn minds We can live for tonight And still know something ain’t right That’s human That’s messy That’s blood underneath skin That feeling in your stomach saying “Don’t let the bullshit win” [Final Hook] What does your gut say? Fuck that When it don’t feel right? Fuck that When the story feels fake? Fuck that When the smile feels forced? Fuck that What does your gut say? Fuck that When they tell you don’t question? Fuck that When your whole chest screams— Fuck that Yeah Fuck that [Breakdown — Spoken] Maybe I’m wrong sometimes. Of course I am. So are you. So is everybody. That’s the fucking point. Question me too. Question all of it. Just don’t hand your brain to somebody else because thinking got uncomfortable. [Final Chorus] Fuck that Fuck that Fuck that Fuck that I know what I feel inside Fuck that Fuck that Fuck that Something ain’t sitting right Push back Push back Push back When the bullshit gets too loud Nobody gets to tell me What I’m allowed to think about [Outro — Spoken] So what’s the future? I don’t fucking know. And maybe that’s okay. But I know what I want it to feel like. Real. Human. Messy. Ours.
