[Intro - spoken, loose, conversational]
Yo check it... I was sittin' there the other day thinkin'
Why everybody got a opinion 'bout what's "real" music
Like, who died and made you the DJ of the universe
Anyway... let's get into it
[Verse 1]
Music's like a buffet, everybody got a plate
Don't nobody need to tell you what you s'posed to put on it, wait
You like the twangy guitar, banjo, cowboy hat affair
I'm over here with synthesizers floatin' in the air
Your cousin bumpin' opera in the Honda with the bass
I'm vibin' to some lo-fi while I'm starin' into space
Ain't nobody wrong here, that's the whole entire point
Music ain't a courtroom, ain't no jury, ain't no joint
[Hook]
Whatever gets you movin', that's the one (that's the one)
Whatever feels like home to you, just vibe and have some fun
Ain't no wrong playlist, ain't no wrong genre, ain't no rule
Just close your eyes and let it ride, however you do you
[Verse 2]
Polka, trap, or country, classical, or screamo too
Doesn't matter what it is as long as it gets through to you
I seen folks argue over genres like it's some kinda war
Like the bass got opinions, like the treble keepin' score
Nah, the speaker don't discriminate, the rhythm don't care who
It just wanna make you move and maybe heal a little too
So crank it up, whatever "it" is, ain't no need to explain
Your eardrums ain't required to match anybody's lane
[Verse 3]
Grandma got her gospel, baby brother got his drill
Sister blastin' Bollywood, ain't nobody gotta chill
'Cause it's all just frequencies and feelings findin' a way out
Ain't a single sound on Earth that's worth an argument or shout
So next time someone tell you that your music taste is whack
Just smile and turn it up a little, ain't no need to clap back
Music's one big buffet, world's the biggest table yet
Take your plate and load it up, ain't no wrong way to get fed
[Verse 4]
Metalhead who cries at musicals, I see you, that's alright
Trap fan got a soft spot for a sad piano late at night
Country boy who secretly got K-pop on his phone
Jazz cat who be bumpin' bounce music when he's home alone
Ain't no contradiction, that's just bein' a whole person
Don't gotta pick a lane and stay there till the music worsens
Like a closet, your playlist ought to have a little of everything
Mismatched and a little weird, that's what makes it interesting
[Outro - relaxed, warm, trailing off]
Whatever gets you movin'...
That's the one...
Ain't no wrong way to vibe...
Just have a little fun...
Crank it up, however you do you...
That's all there really is to it, man...
Anyway... I'm out...
Y'all have a good one...
...Peace.
