[Chorus]
I`ve been singing this song for too long
Just wishin` we we all would move on
Sick and tired of doing what you want
You`ve gone and turned this all into shhh...
It seems a little watered down
Everybody wanna be a rap artist now
Tryin` to get the platinum, regardless how
Hard you played yourself to get fame
Ain`t it a damn shame, music today?
Fad`s the same, still you ain`t got shit to say
Expect the kids to pay this expensive fee
When they can get an MP3 from a friends CD
Especially when there`s less then three tracks ya like
If it was worth spendin` money then we actually might
So much crap on the mic, labels ain`t actin` right
Making cash from the hype like The Passion of the Christ
Just imagine the lights, camera, action, the life
The cars, the cash, the stars flashin` their ice
Cock tease R$B pop queens gassin` you up
Fashion thugs passin` you drugs in the back of the club
You want a part of it, but is that all an artist is?
A blank mind with a spine made of cartilage?
Hard as it may seem, it pays to stay dreamin`
Away form the mainstream, just prayin` you`ll break even
[Chorus]
Pop Music (scratches) [4X]
Well, ain`t I just a star?
Seated on this bus
You might recognize me, but keep it on the hush
You might wanna ask me what I`m doing takin` transit
Or working at this place
makin` your bacon sandwiches
Kids be acting kinda funny `cause they see me
In a couple little shitty rap videos on TV
Yeah I got a name, with maybe $2 to it
Just try and cop a chain making blue collar music
Truth is ain`t much has changes
Still seems that Kraft Dinner sucks the same
Tryin` to come up in the game
With a buck and change
So touch luck for the other guy and what`s his name
Aim high and shoot far below my goals
What I expect I`m owed or ever get from shows
The math never adds up I ain`t collecting dough
So on and on like a Broken Record it goes...
[Chorus] 2X
