[Intro: Dylan Reese]
As long as the kids love it, then so do we

[Chorus: Dylan Reese]
As long as the kids love it, then so do we
As long as the cliques comin', then I'm happy
We don't really care what it is, just make sure the snare really hits
Matter fact, fuckin' put it out, nobody gon' notice
They don't care about the mix!
We just want the dough
No one's gotta know
That we're unhappy or we're going insane
It's all part of the game we didn't know we were playing

[Verse 1: Abstract]
Workin' like nobody know my name
I'm not really in it for the fame
Not too many that could say the same
I'm cool, just cruisin' in my lane
Never chose, goin' with the flow over dreams
Funny that I'm livin' how I chose off of streams
Livin' in a movie 'cause I penned all the scenes
Everybody say they want it, it ain't really what it seems

[Bridge: Abstract & Dylan Reese]
When the highs get high (When the highs get high)
Then the lows get low (Then the lows get low)
I know most tryna hide it (I know most tryna hide it)
But the cracks still show (But the cracks still show)
See that light's got a price (Price!)
And most sell their soul
And they'll tell you that they got drive
But it's not their road
[Refrain: Abstract]
I can see the devil in the levels of the game (Yeah!)
I can see him sweatin', tryna cover up the flames (Yeah!)
I can hear you talkin' but you only droppin' names
Wouldn't it be nice to be yourself for a change?
Get back to the soul in the music
Get back to the roots of the art
Quick-serve, that's some fast-food music
But that ain't good for the heart

[Verse 2: Abstract]
Heard you treat your mix like a drive-thru
So that ain't somethin' that I could drive to
Hear you treat your lyrics like a copy and glue
Heard that you got everything's 'cept any 'semblance of you
But they tell me!

[Chorus: Dylan Reese]
As long as the kids love it, then so do we
As long as the cliques comin', then I'm happy
We don't really care what it is, just make sure the snare really hits
Matter fact, fuckin' put it out, nobody gon' notice
They don't care about the mix!
We just want the dough
No one's gotta know
That we're unhappy or we're going insane
It's all part of the game we didn't know we were playing
[Refrain: Abstract & Dylan Reese]
I can see the devil in the levels of the game
I can see him sweatin', tryna cover up the flames
I can hear you talkin' but you only droppin' names
Wouldn't it be nice to be yourself for a change?
Get back to the soul in the music
Get back to the roots of the art
Quick-serve, that's some fast-food music
But that ain't good for the heart

[Chorus: Dylan Reese]
As long as the kids love it, then so do we
As long as the cliques comin', then I'm happy
We don't really care what it is, just make sure the snare really hits
Matter fact, fuckin' put it out, nobody gon' notice
They don't care about the mix!
We just want the dough
No one's gotta know
That we're unhappy or we're going insane
It's all part of the game we didn't know we were playing