Dear Rick Beato

[Verse 1]
Dear Rick Beato, (if you're even listening)
I didn't make this track for you actually, maybe you'll be glad its true
You just happen to believe the artistic progression in pop culture is actually regressing
And you also happen to be famous, I guess
I suppose I'd call you the ambassador for out-of-touch boomers
So that's why this whiny kid decided it'd be fine to pick on you, err
This message rather is for the people I think you represent
So in the sincerest way possible, I just have one question:

[Chorus]
Why do you care?
The artform's changing
Its okay to not enjoy all the things that you're tasting
But your taste buds aren't the centre of the earth; you're just wasting your time

[Verse 2]
Can be precious when you're listening to songs
And not every fucking song has to be harmonically strong
And making shallow songs isn't so fucking wrong
And nobody but you uses the radio anymore like-
God damn, God damn, God damn!
God damn, God damn, God damn!

[Chorus]
Why do you care?
The artform's changing
Its okay to not enjoy all the things that you're tasting
But your taste buds aren't the centre of the earth; you're just wasting your time

[Verse 3]
Yet you insist
That the shit of the past persists
As a relic of art in its bliss
Before crashing to what music is now
You lack the perspective
You think that your taste is objective
Yeah, dickhead

[Bridge]
And sometimes
I really wish these old men would die already
So we could finally move on with our lives already
But that probably wouldn't solve a thing
Because, we'll grow old too
And just complain about the music like they do
About the music in the future that we'll listen to
Maybe that's why I'm afraid of growing old

[Chorus]
So why should we care?
Why should I care?
Cause their complaints won't change the game, they're just annoying
And climate change will kill us all anyway so we're just g-
(Wha- fuck!)