Traditional Modernist

[Verse]
Title says what it needs to say
Moods change and they vary every day
This is a feeling I’ve got I can’t explain
Can’t tell me that these songs are grey
You never can pull up with the gang and stuff
I like new stuff, just don’t make it rough
Traditional, but in a sense, I’ve had enough
Songs never forming into dirty rust
Keeping it confusing for me
Thanks teacher, now I don’t know how to read
Pull up in the park where there’s lots of trees
We’re in a field, there’s no need to believe
Pooja produced this simple beat
Don’t know where I am, I need a meet and greet
Whatever this guy says just ain’t sweet
Cooking up some food like we’re cooking up heat
No 2112 but we’re in a rush
Painting the stories like a paintbrush
Try and test StateFarm, you got an illness
Now let me end the verse on this minute