They Know Nothing

[Chorus: Danny Wilder]
Do you think they love me?
Oh yeah
Do you think I need to change?
Cause I won't change I'm sorry
Well they changed me anyway
If i do what I'm told
Will I notice when it happens
If my souls already sold
Oh yeah
[?]

[Verse 1: Ali Bla Bla & Koken]
Danny I'm as confused as you

Hard work beats talent if talent doesn't work hard
Must be a lot of busy bees
Or artists on their knees
You see marketing at [?]
Quick to pick you up when you hot
Quicker to drop you [?]
In their offices they're rambling and gambling
Scrambling for some [?]
Some millionaires can't remember who they signed last night
But tomorrow they're gonna sign them again
And again
And again
And make the ones that they supply the top ten
Follow and a pop trend
And dress like every other artist on the TV screen
Might as well do a cover
Cause no originality is needed
You need a genre
You need to fit in a box
Mix a bit of the [?]
And put some cool raps here
So the urban kids can adopt
Focus on one hit
Think of the rest later
You do all these things
And then invest paper

[Chorus: Danny Wilder]
Can I offer you a drink?
Or a line of cocaine
Could you tell
Will they remember my name?
Did they say we'll break America?
Well I've heard that one before
I bet they promised they would listen
If we came back with more
Oh yeah
They know nothing
They know nothing
They know nothing

[Verse 2: Koken & Ali Bla]
But it's not what you know it's who you know
That's like the true definition of being two to blow
I guess it's harder when you take a risk
Came in screaming "no rules to the game"
And I screaming cause mainly they exist
You rarely get on radio just cause they like your song
Nah, you need to pay someone to pay someone
Who plays someone your favourite song
And pray they're on the same vibe your on
So while I'm stressing how this music game is so depressing
In a recession, the arts the first to get the chop
So those with rich parents are the ones who reach the top
I gotta pay the bills, I ain't got no net worth
Never in [?], I can't afford to network
Directors spit it on me cause of my apparent ego
When they're by a [?] camera [?] Tarantino
Cause you know, being a dickhead is cool
But I can't be one of them, and this much is true

[Chorus: Danny Wilder]
They know nothing
They know nothing