Maybe the applause will fix me

The bars and whiskey

Keep broads and the models with me

And maybe I'll be gone tomorrow

The Harley throttles

Garage full of empty bottles

Thought I ran you out when I said I'm broken

Then you text back and said, "I'll fix you"

Thought I ran you out and I lost all hope

'Cause I don't feel broken when I'm with you

The internet done killed the radio at home

ain't it all a drag? (The internet killed the radio)

Living off of nicotine and my phone

can I get a drag? (The intеrnet killed the radio)

I don't wanna chat with GPT

Whеre the iPhone killed the MP3

And there's no more Bam or MTV

Does anybody even know how to party?

I just want a fast car on Pimp My Ride

What the fuck's a flock cam? I'd rather stay inside

Now they're selling us weed and taxing our high

Wanna take it back to where it all started

Got me singing, "Ayy-ho, let's go"

Does anybody even know how to party?

Got me singing, "Ayy-ho, let's go"

Does anybody even know how to party?

It was tight jeans, it was skateboards, it was street fights

It was coming home before the streetlights

It was a pandemic, it was following dreams

It was double-X-L, it was 2016

But maybe I'm just aging, blame it on the phases

Maybe time is funny and I've been going through changes

Or maybe it's the same shit

'Cause the kids are on drugs and dangerous

The internet done killed the radio at their homes

ain't it all a drag? (The internet killed the radio)

Yeah, living off of nicotine and iPhones

can they get a drag? (The internet killed the radio)

I don't wanna chat with GPT

Where the iPhone killed the MP3

And there's no more Bam or MTV

Does anybody even know how to party?

I just want a fast car on Pimp My Ride

What the fuck's a flock cam? I'd rather stay inside

Now they're selling us weed and taxing our high

Wanna take it back to where it all started

Got me singing, "Ayy-ho, let's go"

Does anybody even know how to party?

Got me singing, "Ayy-ho, let's go"

Does anybody even know how to party?

I don't wanna chat with GPT (The internet killed the radio)

The iPhone killed the MP3

(Does anybody even know how to party?)

I don't wanna chat with GPT

Where the iPhone killed the MP3

And there's no more Bam or MTV

Does anybody even know how to party?

I just want a fast car on Pimp My Ride

What the fuck's a flock cam? I'd rather stay inside

Now they're selling us weed and taxing our high

Wanna take it back to where it all started

Got me singing, "Ayy-ho, let's go"

Does anybody even know how to party?

Got me singing, "Ayy-ho, let's go"

Does anybody even know how to party?