Jack of All Trades Video (MV)

Some had enough of keeping up with the machine
Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen
Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it
Some know how to make it up
But I know how to make it

I can't be f*cking with a stagnant demeanor
Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen does
Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it
Some know how to make it up
But I just want to make it

I got a universe inside my head, I want it out
Fought habits and mindsets, and petty doubts
Gave up distractions, ain't a gamer, I'm past it
'Cause every little thing I do's a micro-trans-action

I mingle but the crew's got a tabs list
I predict every new news stories with mad-libs
Yeah I'm bat shit, a bad fit
I'm deity ex machina
Makin' fake languages
Slating me album up

Don't give a f*ck about your personality
Anatomy, locality, tonality, formalities
You're bad for me
I aim to maintain neutrality
If you got great thoughts, we can talk
Let 'em rot, watch me walk

People call me a Jack of all Trades
King of sound charades, and queen of loud gain
No shortage of the niche and the fringe, all that in spades
Ignore the cringe, and remember this name like

Some had enough of keeping up with the machine
Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen
Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it
Some know how to make it up
But I know how to make it

I can't be f*cking with a stagnant demeanor
Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen does
Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it
Some know how to make it up
But I just want to make it

I'm the kinds person who
Looks bad on the surface and
Works at it and worsens
And turns sad, and you heard it
At first I tried to curse it
With words, hard to rehearse
If I nurse my mind with verses
I can then pretend i'm perfect, so

I don't pop pills
I don't even smoke
I don't even drink
I don't even know
I don't even think
I'm in sober go mode
When I'm nearing broke
Or I'm feeling stoked
Which lately would be most days

In some ways I know I got addictions
I'm fighting with it. it's private business
This kinda clueless intersection
Validation, and obsession
Understanding rules and then being somebody's exception

Hey Case, are you as empty as your name
You show up to a scene and you see it like a game
Underneath your faux-mesmeric ass ghost aesthetic
You're generic, pathetic, and
So prone to snap like

Some had enough of keeping up with the machine
Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen
Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it
Some know how to make it up
But i know how to make it

I can't be f*cking with a stagnant demeanor
Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen does
Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it
Some know how to make it up
But I just want to make shit

Last of all I'm not too personable
Socializing feels surgical
I swear its nothing personal

Beware the dog sign
I'm offline, no disturbing
And no knocks when I'm on the clock
I'm f*cking working

I got dark circles like my eyes are doing rituals
It's turning out that burning out is proving too habitual
It's half past ten, a chance to get to bed
But who am I kidding man, I'm staying up til six again

And just because my circadian rhythm is so out of
Sync
With the timezone I live in don't
Think
That I aint up at 3 AM, spitting
When all you're puttin' out's nocturnal emissions

I make nuclear fission with rhymes and self loathing
But hey, listen, that keeps me buying food and clothing, so
I wouldn't dare to write burn-books
I just stare at a mirror and suffer the hard looks, and say

Some had enough of keeping up with the machine
Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen
Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it
Some know how to make it up
But I know how to make it

I can't be f*cking with a stagnant demeanor
Nobody does this shit like Jack King Queen does
Love it or hate it, y'all can debate it
Some know how to make it up
But I just want to make shit