I had a friend was a big fabricator,
Worked for Vice News,
He could throw that fiction by you,
Make it feel like the truth, boy,
Saw him the other night at this Starbucks branch,
I was walking in, he was walking out,
We went back inside, sat down, had a few drinks,
But all he kept talking about...

Story pays, if it's a lie,
Story pays, in the blink of a normie's eye,
Story pays, story pa-a-ays.

Think I'm going down to my laptop tonight,
And spout out some more pig swill,
And I hope when I am done I don't sit around feeling all guilty,
But I probably will,
Yeah just sitting back, trying to refactor,
The fictional story of,
Well as time slips away, it gives you money, mister,
From the fake glory of,

Story pays, if it's a lie,
Story pays, in the blink of a normie's eye,
Story pays, story pa-a-ays.