Lyrics: krysliang
Music: krysliang
Arranger: krysliang
Yeah.
Another meeting, another empty speech.
Let's talk about it.
Send a message at nine, now it's half past three.
Ghosting on the thread like you lost the key.
But I see you online, yeah, the status is green.
Hiding in the shadows of a corporate screen.
You got time to browse, you got time to lurk.
But when the question drops, suddenly you're "putting in work.".
Leave me on read, that's your signature move.
Until the boss walks in, then you got something to prove.
You don't know the details, you don't know the flow.
But the second we present, you put on a show.
Clearing your throat like you're dropping a gem.
But it's just the same nonsense all over again.
Oh, you got a lot to say for someone doing nothing.
Talking real loud, but I know you're only bluffing.
Nod your head, drop a buzzword, act like you're the boss.
Always adding your two cents, never paying for the cost.
"Let me just add to that," yeah, we roll our eyes.
A heavy crown of ego built on thin disguise.
You critique the blueprint, but you can't build a thing.
Just a backseat driver pulling on a broken string.
Sit around the table acting like a sage.
But you haven't read a single line upon the page.
"Just to piggyback on that," yeah, your favorite line.
Wasting all the oxygen and wasting all my time.
Nodding at the data like you understand the tech.
But we both know you haven't even run a sanity check.
You love to play the judge, give a little critique.
But if we asked you to do it, it would take you a week.
Fake expertise, wrapped in a suit.
Loudest in the room, but your logic is mute.
Don't tell me how to steer when you can't even row.
Sit back, take notes, and watch how it goes.
'Cause you got a lot to say for someone doing nothing.
Talking real loud, but I know you're only bluffing.
Nod your head, drop a buzzword, act like you're the boss.
Always adding your two cents, never paying for the cost.
"Let me just add to that," yeah, we roll our eyes.
A heavy crown of ego built on thin disguise.
You critique the blueprint, but you can't build a thing.
Just a backseat driver pulling on a broken string.
Keep your blue ticks. Keep your empty advice.
I'm doing the work, while you're rolling the dice.
(Mmm, keep talking...)
Yeah, whatever you say.
(Sarcastic laugh)