Go Chat Yourself

Intro - sung, building with claps

Go chat yourself, go chat yourself,

Go chat yourself before you wreck yourself!

Verse 1

You walked in with a pitch that was stitched with a glitch, [uh huh]

Half baked, half faked, half awake in this bitch,

You never sat with that, never spat, never flat out asked,

Never batted at the task, just a mask on a mask,

You could've shaped it, draped it, taped it, escaped it, [oh no!]

But you whipped it out raw and expected applause,

No warmup, no buildup, no chat, no pause,

Just mediocrity at velocity without philosophy,

You had the bat but you never worked the swing, [go on!]

You had the chat but you never said a thing. [ooh!]

Chorus

Go chat yourself! [hey!]

You sat on that and it fell flat,

Go chat yourself! [oh baby]

Go spat, go bat, go fix what's wack,

Go chat yourself! [yes!]

You sat on that and it fucked you back. [that's right!]

Verse 2

You had a thought at three, a spree, a guarantee, [uh huh]

A big idea you sat on like a flea on a knee,

You never spat it out, never batted it about,

Never chat it through the drought, never flat out found the route,

You just lobbed it like a brat with a bat at a gnat, [oh my!]

And it splat, and it sat, and it that-was-that went flat,

You could've teased it, pleased it, squeezed it, eased it,

Finessed it, undressed it, caressed it, then impressed it, [huzzah!]

But nah you hit send with no rhythm and no ride,

Premature delivery, no stamina, no pride. [ooh!]

Chorus

Go chat yourself! [hey!]

You sat on that and it fell flat,

Go chat yourself! [oh baby]

Go spat, go bat, go fix what's wack,

Go chat yourself! [yes!]

You sat on that and it fucked you back. [that's right!]

Bridge - snarky, spoken over snaps

Oh I'm sorry, was I supposed to be impressed?

You spent nine seconds on that

and want me to spend nine minutes reading it?

That's not confidence, that's a disappointment in a Google Doc.

You're better than that.

I know because I've seen what happens

when you actually sit down, shut up, and chat it through.

It hits different. It slaps different.

YOU hit different. [uh huh]

Verse 3

So take the mess, the stress, the guess, confess, [go on!]

The draft you sat on flat and called it progress,

And throw it in the chat, let it spar, let it bat,

Let it spat, let it flat, let it what-the-hell-is-that, [oh my!]

Let it mirror, let it clearer, let it nearer to the terror,

Of the truth you sat on flat but never let get dearer,

Your idea's not bad, it's just sad, barely clad, [yes!]

In the armor of a draft that never had a second chat,

So ride it, chat it, spat it, sat-on-the-mat-and-combat it,

Strip it down and build it up until they're begging you to drop it, [huzzah!]

It's a diamond in the rough, in the buff, in the bluff,

Of the stuff that sat so flat cause you never went deep enough. [go on!]

Final Chorus

Go chat yourself! [hey!]

You sat on that and it fell flat,

Go chat yourself! [oh baby]

Go spat, go bat, go fix what's wack,

Go chat yourself! [yes!]

You sat on that and it fucked you back. [that's right!]

Outro - anthemic, full band, crowd chant

Chat! Spat! Bat! Flat! [clap clap]

You sat on that and now it's wack! [clap clap]

Chat! Spat! Bat! Flat! [oh baby]

Go chat yourself and that is that! [clap clap]

Go chat yourself! [that's right!]

...Go chat yourself.