More songs by Waterparks
Description
The room sounds like an unfinished live stream: producers whispering, ritualistic “try again”s, and a joke about Timothy Shalamé that sounds almost like a club password. Here, tired shots of fame are mixed together - likes for a penny, TikTok chaos, and advice not to “correct your weight” - with personal stuff that bangs on parking lots and back seats. Love and jealousy are served in halftones: a “side chick” nearby, promises like threats over the phone, lips closer than common sense. Everything is bitter and shiny at the same time - a little sad, a little funny, and warmer because the chaos is wide open, like a door to a studio at night, where they decide what will be hot.
Guitar, vocals, producer: Osten Knight
Producer: NCKZN
Additional production: Jared Poitress
Mixing: Zakk Cervini
Sound engineer: Chris Geringer
Guitar: Jeff Wiginton
Drums: Otto Wood
Writer, composer: Osten Knight
Composer: Nicholas Zinnanti
Composer: Joe Ragosta
Composer: Robert Ragosta
Lyrics and translation
Original
If lyrics were confidential
Thoughts go inconsequential
All that you hear is me go, "Na-na-na-na-na-na-na"
I'll burn, burn every bridge you jump from
There's nowhere you can run from
The things I gotta say (na-na-na-na)
Nah, fuck it
I hate 50 percent of our fans
And the other half understands
And to the ones who don't
Go cry and choke on both of my middle finger ringed up hands
God forbid my mom wakes up and reads
The crazy bullshit on her feed (oh God)
She's calling up like, "Whatcha done?"
'Cause some lying fuck said that I knocked 'em up
Gross, like I'd ever fuck you (fuck you)
In case you didn't hear that, take two (fuck you)
Waiting by my car in the parking lot
Now I'm a bit of a restraining order juggernaut
It cost 25k but the creeps don't stop
There's no peace in the three hundred feet I bought (shut up)
(Shh) my girl feels like a side chick (shh)
'Cause we gotta keep it private (shh)
Hate to treat her like a sidekick
And hate being right like I'm psychic
No pics of us got me sick because
Those grimy little fucks make it dangerous 'cause
You shouldn't know where she lives or works
Wanna tell you to die but I can't say that in a verse
Yeah, yeah, right?
If lyrics were confidential
Thoughts go inconsequential
All that you hear is me go, "Na-na-na-na-na-na-na"
I'll burn, burn every bridge you jump from (jump from)
There's nowhere you can run from
The things I gotta say (na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
One label said that things will go great
If you don't talk back and don't put on weight
You're a little too niche for the radio
But you'll probably drive Tiktok crazy though
Ay, wait a minute, I've got it
Timothée Chalamet
What?
Timothée Chalamet, do you know him?
No, why would I know him? Ahh (loser)
Would really help if you knew Tim
It'd probably get you some spins
Speaking of which
What if you were sponsored by alcohol?
Never had a drink?
That doesn't matter at all
Just take a little sip, we can edit it
And we'll get you a fraction, a penny, a click (whoo)
It's almost a penny a click, isn't that sick? (So rich)
But I'll never tell y'all that shit (no, wait)
If lyrics were confidential
Thoughts go inconsequential
All that you hear is me go "Na-na-na-na-na-na-na"
I'll burn, burn every bridge you jump from
There's nowhere you can run from
The things I gotta say (na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
Okay, let's see, verse three, what do we got?
Oh, okay we could talk about when - called me on the phone
And said he was gonna fucking kill me
Wait, did you just bleep - but not fuck?
That doesn't even make sense, don't bleep me on my song
Oh, we're fading out, okay, good
Track four