Excess Fiasco by STAB

Excess Fiasco

At 152 BPM in a bright D major, ‘Excess Fiasco’ runs on pure forward momentum, and STAB uses every second of its three minutes to land a pointed takedown of influencer culture without ever slowing down to explain the joke. The chorus hits like a sledgehammer wrapped in candy: ‘Filter the pain, monetize the mess, burn it all down in a sponsored dress’ is the kind of line that earns its own bumper sticker, and the stacked gang vocals behind it give the hook the same crowd-sing lift you’d expect from prime-era Paramore or early Hole. The production is punchy and controlled, with guitars wide enough to fill a room but a low end tight enough to keep the whole thing from spilling over. A dependable cut that does its job and does it well.

Lyrics

Scroll past the rise-and-grind apostles Selling self-care from their throttles Blue light gospel, hustle priest- Manifesting debt at least

Plastic smiles, reality staged Truth is broke but beautifully aged

Welcome to the Excess Fiasco Curated lives in a branded glow Filter the pain, monetize the mess- Burn it all down in a sponsored dress We’re living loud, we’re dying slow- Swipe right into the undertow It’s likes for love, and ads for grace- An Excess Fiasco in your face

Buy the shoes to earn the view Then run a marathon in glue Midnight deals and dopamine Bags of joy with nothing in between

A hundred boxes line the floor But you still feel like less, not more

Office jungle, ping-pong pride Yoga room where dreams subside Clap for crumbs and praise the grind Don’t ever feel below the line

Clock out late and call it zen- You’ll rest when it restarts again

This is the Excess Fiasco Self-destruct with style and flow Laugh-track life, no time to feel- A carousel made out of steel We’re living large in echo shows- But no one hears how silence grows It’s likes for love, and ads for grace- An Excess Fiasco Right in your face

Credits

Songwriter: Michael Anthony Rose