Verse 1: 
Why you’re so unrest?
Why you’re self-posessed?
To make you feel like you’re in the view
Gotta pay that fine
Gotta get in line to stand anew
Cause it’s pay per view
Guess the makeup won’t hide all the shades in degree
The pope at the side will call the decree
Gotta get the smize, gotta get that hicky above your heels

Pre-Chorus:
Shotgun, then we start falling away
Till all the pieces have gone
Take off, then we start stripping away
All the plasticine fog
Rip off, moonwalk, we’re dancing in space
In a planetary dawn
Guess the postman didn’t post out the letter,
The milkman won’t pull the trigger

Verse 2: 
Why you’re so obsessed?
Come to my address to make you feel
Like you’re in the deal
Gotta draw the line
Gotta take what’s mine to get my fill of the cream and the pie
So soy up that latte, I cannot agree 
A side of some whipped cream, a sprinkle or three
Come de-caf my life, I think I’ve overdosed

Bridge: 
Oh, hello
I’d like to say a few things but I’m too privileged
I like to use things
We’re all born in a state of yellow
White nata-de-co-cos in a bunch of jello
Society is like a huge bowl of salad
Mix-n-match it up, like a worn-out ballad
I can’t take no more Honey Dijon
I don’t fit in the box, this ain’t where I belong

Pay Per View (Live)

Pop/R&B Singer-songwriter currently pursuing a Musical Theatre (BA) degree. I also do film acting & write music features and am working on a 5-track EP.

Pay Per View (Live)

Ronald Goh