Bread Jack Stauber's Micropop

[Intro]
(Artisanal, artisanal)

[Verse 1]
I could live in an artisanal house with an artisanal wife
Drive an artisanal car, live an artisanal life
It'd be a treat to see what people think of me
Dressed to the ninth degree, sipping artisanal tea

[Verse 2]
What's an artisanal me?
Where do my clothes end? Can I stop them?
Which ones are my artisanal friends?
What's an artisanal me?
Do I impress you with my dress?
Who made this? Can I hide behind your success?
Or is it excess when I talk less and I let my things talk for me?
What will I say when they go away and I'm on my own again?

[Outro]
(Artisanal)