High American K-Pop Star [Radio Edit] lyrics

A closet was the world I knew
As a child in a world where nobody liked me
(For some reason)
“Because you’re ugly,” but then I grew
And now I’m a messiah ridin’ high on Pepsi
(You’re lookin’, you’re lookin’, you’re lookin’ to treason)

Oh-h-h, how my voice glides into your ear
Like butter
It’s something about the way it curls your burls
It’s something about the way I whirl your hurls
Oh-h-h, watch my voice glide into your years
Like butter
It’s something about how I know your holes
It’s something about how you’re not whole
Like butter

Pop open the Pepsi, pop open the grill
Pity underpowers your will to power
Open up and lemme see
(More-a your rea-son-in’ a-bi-li-ties)
Hi ya! Kung fu—I’m the man of the hour

In an oversaturated, overstimulated
Pepsi-soaked psychoemotional dystopia
Where nobody acknowledges me
(For some reason) “Oops!”
(For some reason)
Hum along to my openin’ question
“Would you like me better if I were AI?
Or human?” Oops! Imbibe that Pepsi
(Pepsi stands for “karmedy’s closers”)
Oh-h-h, how my voice glides into your ear
Like butter
It’s something about the way I toot your horn
It’s something about the way I called myself a messiah
Oh-h-h, watch my voice glide into your years
Like butter
It’s something about how I stoke your flames
It’s something about how I’m what you’re trained to desire
Like butter

Pop open the Pepsi, pop open your will
Self-pity can overpower—your will to the hour!
Open up and lemme see
(Mar-i-o your ree-zun-in’ abilities!)
Hi ya! King Kong—I’m the hope of all power
(For some reason) Oops
(For some reason) “Oops!”

I’m the hope of the hour
(Oops!)
(For some reason)
(“Oops!”)

[Instrumental]

Quote “the High American K-Pop star”
(Like butter, like butter
Like butter, like butter)
Oh, oh, oh-h-h
Oh-h-h, how my voice glides into your ear
Like butter
It’s something about the way I toot your horn
It’s something about the way I called myself a messiah
Oh-h-h, watch my voice glide into your years
Like butter
It’s something about how I stoke your flames
It’s something about how I’m what you’re trained to desire
Like butter

Like butta, like butta
(I ooze into your ears)
Like butta, like butta
I cruise into your years
(So so-wwy, so so-wwy, so so-wwy for the wuh-urld!)