Might need a break, to overtake This cycle of another song, a different date It feels so fake, copy and paste A formulaic version of the things I say We need to live by Monday, Monday If you wanna be a star, star Gonna write a hit about Bacardi parties, bars, cars If you wanna make money, money If you wanna be a star, star Starting to think that Society sucks, I think I messed up I think I sold out when the sales went up Society sucks, I wanna refund When you get what you want But it's never enough, society Hang on, I thought I was winning, winning I made a fool of myself Society sucks, I think I messed up I think I sold out when the day I signed up For society Ironically, I wanna be A piece of everything I hate on TMZ I need a space, to rearrange This messy room I'm living in inside my home Another hit by Monday, Monday If you wanna be a star, star Gonna write a hit about Bacardi parties, bars, cars If you wanna make money, money If you wanna be a star, star Starting to think that Society sucks, I think I messed up I think I sold out when the sales went up Society sucks, I wanna refund When you get what you want But it's never enough, society Hang on, I thought I was winning, winning I made a fool of myself Society sucks, I think I messed up I think I sold out when the day I signed up For society My head or my heart, the cash or the art I stopped to restart, I put up a guard The glaze in your stare, the pressure in the air You made me feel dumb, I wasn't aware The chords are too jazz, my lyrics too sad My thoughts are too dark, what the f*** is too bad The game knocked me out, I guess I'll check out I guess I'll check out, I guess I'll check out Society sucks, I think I messed up I think I sold out When the sales went up Society sucks, I wanna refund When you get what you want But it's never enough, society Hang on, I thought I was winning, winning I made a fool of myself Society sucks, I think I messed up I think I sold out when the day I signed up For society