Lyrics
Some sort of getaway is what I'm wanting
Take the lads on tour, we'll go to Pontins
Major contract, signee enables
Content shitty, income stabled
Terms and conditions, work for exposure
Acquisitions, non-disclosures
Exclusive access, no rights to your rights
Telling you where to go, won't put you up for the night
Over, and over, and over, and over again
It's like living in a gated community, you can't tell 'em they're wrong
Making money by selling your bathwater, why can't we tag along?
And it tastes like saving money on your breakfast cereal
Alright in the short run, but nevеr the same
And I can't help feeling just a littlе bit cynical
When fame buys you money but money buys you fame
But anyway, everything here is going so well
If you stream "Shape of You", you're going to hell
And that's a promise
Over, and over, and over, and over again
Over, and over, and over, and over again
Over, and over, and over, and over again
Popshop, uh!
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