Down the Line

You bring them bitches to my throne
Without a bow you start to moan
That it’s all wrong: the world, the record deal
You pour your insecurities over me

You see, neither me nor anybody in this bitch is interested

So boy, if there’s something you’d like to tell me
Wait down the line

All those years you spent
Staring blankly at the screen
Updating, waiting, refreshing, wasting

So dry your eyes, go back into the lab
And may this song be a lesson
Not to squander