iphone killed the mp3 Lyrics

Maybe the applause will fix me
The bars and whiskey
Keep broads and the models with me
And maybe I'll be gone tomorrow
The Harley throttles
Garage full of empty bottles
Thought I ran you out
When I said I'm broken
And you text back and said I'll fix you
Thought I ran you out
And I lost all hope
‘Cause I don't feel broken when I'm with you

The internet done killed the radio at home
Ain’t it all a drag? (the internet killed the radio)
Living off of nicotine and my phone
Can I get a drag? (the internet killed the radio)

I don’t wanna chat with GPT
Where the iPhone killed the MP3
And there’s no more Bam or MTV
Does anybody even know how to party?
I just want a fast car on Pimp My Ride
What the fucks a flock cam?
I’d rather stay inside
Now they're selling us weed and taxing our high
I wanna take it back to where it all started

Got me singing
Hey, ho, let's go
Does anybody even know how to party?
Got me singing
Hey, ho, let's go
Does anybody even know how to party?

It was tight jeans
It was skateboards
It was street fights
It was coming home before the street lights
Shit was a pandemic
It was following dreams
It was XXL
It was 2016

But maybe I'm just aging
Blame it on the phases
Maybe time is funny and I been going through changes
But maybe it's the same shit
Because the kids are on drugs and dangerous

The internet done killed the radio at their homes
Ain’t it all a drag? (the internet killed the radio)
Living off of nicotine and iPhone’s
Can they get a drag? (the internet killed the radio)

I don’t wanna chat with GPT
Where the iPhone killed the MP3
And there’s no more Bam or MTV
Does anybody even know how to party?
I just want a fast car on Pimp My Ride
What the fucks a flock cam?
I’d rather stay inside
Now they're selling us weed and taxing our high
I wanna take it back to where it all started

Got me singing
Hey, ho, let's go
Does anybody even know how to party?
Got me singing
Hey, ho, let's go
Does anybody even know how to party?

I don’t wanna chat with GPT (the internet killed the radio)
The iPhone killed the MP3 (Does anybody even know how to party?)

I don’t wanna chat with GPT
Where the iPhone killed the MP3
And there’s no more Bam or MTV
Does anybody even know how to party?
I just want a fast car on Pimp My Ride
What the fucks a flock cam?
I’d rather stay inside
Now they're selling us weed and taxing our high
I wanna take it back to where it all started

Got me singing
Hey, ho, let's go
Does anybody even know how to party?
Got me singing
Hey, ho, let's go
Does anybody even know how to party?