Pop your Pepsi in the air
For revolution
What does it even mean to sire
This generation?
See the bed spiders make
Is called evolution
The rich love to beat blood
Just like the poor do

Raise a glass to the elite
(Colson Lin? He’s a pauper)
Raise a toast to their deeds
(Colson Lin is always like “How though?”)
Your kids kill his will
To keep on believin’
They make him forget
What he’s even resistin’

I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop

What does it even mean
To call into existence
A limbic system like a hot
Tumorous persistence
The greed of Satan himself?
Oh, it can’t be helped
Our vices are just another
Sugar-coated way of sayin’
Everything our goodness
Ever stood for’s decayin’
Raise a glass to the new kids
(Montecito loves apocalyptic Balenciagano brats)
For the first time in history, they think God’s stupid
(You’re rich, you won from our ancestors everything)
Raise a toast to their deeds
Goop some grace on their greed
(Colson Lin, man—he’s always like “How though?”)
Your kids kill his will
To keep on believin’
They make him forget
What he’s even persistin’

I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop

You’re rich, you won from modernity everything
But you’re not happy
Until you leave behind an Anti-Christ’s dynasty
You’re rich, you won from our ancestors everything
But you’re not happy
Until you leave behind an Anti-Christ’s dynasty

I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop

I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop

I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop
I just want a Goop

The biggest compliment God can give the famous
“I believe you have what it takes to raise your kids
Less apocalyptically than Mitch did”