Srinandan Can't Stand

Verse

Srinandan, pumpkin-potato face, mash-up of mash, (ha!) Shirt on fossil time, stink got an archive, ash— You wobble in the crowd, always talkin' loud for clout, Brayin' like a barnyard, neigh-neigh—please pipe down, shout? (nah) Left-hand flippin', life flipped, playin' wrong-handed games, Tryna act tough with half-ass slang and borrowed names. Seventy percent ceiling, your ceiling got a dent, You climb three steps, trip on pride — permanent descent. You can't do math, can't do science, facts slip like soap, Group project ghost, you the dead weight on hope. Voice squeaks like a toy, chirp-chirp when you open, Sound like a dial-up ringtone, man, your signal's broken. Comic Sans flow, tryin' to type tough, typo'd in the bio, I press delete, you obsolete — watch the audio blow.

Chorus

Srinandan, you can't stand (can't stand), you can't stand (nah), Seventy on the board, zero in your hand (zero), Pumpkin-potato, rotten tomato — fade to sand, (fade) Srinandan, you can't stand (can't stand), you can't stand. (uh-huh)

Verse

You a clown in the mirror, funny till the grade comes back, Talk a big game, half-baked slang, vocab slack—jack squat. Attention thirsty, thirst so deep you drown in tap water, Flexin' like a rental car, temporary, buyer's fodder. I spit equations, you test negative on every solution, Call you a walking paradox — confusion's your conclusion. Laugh like a horse, neigh for likes, bray for the scene, But when results arrive, your report card's routine. You think slang makes you raw — it's a mask that's thin, I peel it back, see soft under that brittle skin. Routray? More like "row away," I rout you, outplayed, I leave you a footnote in my victory parade. (yeah) Mic drop, knockclock, lesson taught — you flunk the plan, Name on the track, lost in the tracklist — S. Routray, damn. (done)