Singing is easy (Singing is easy)
When you have machines (when you have machines)
To do it for you (Cliche, cliche, cliche).
Nothing really matters anymore.
It's redundant and mindless (blullluulululu)
But at least you can dance. (Stop listening to bad music)
You know every version of the radio version,
It's a force-fed-romance.
(Stop listening to bad music)
(Stop listening to music).
This is the part where I pour out my heart,
Like I'm still in highschool.
This is the part
Where I pour out my heart.
(Stop listening to bad music)
Doesn't it hurt?
They're dumbing it down for us.
And isn't it sad that, I had to sing badly to record those parts.
It's redundant and mindless. (blululululu)
But at least you can dance (Stop listening to bad music).
It's redundant and mindless, but at least you can dance.
(Stop listening to bad music)
It's redundant and mindless, but at least you can dance.
Nothing really matters anymore.
This is the part, where I pour out my heart
Like I'm still in highschool.
This is the part where I pour out my heart.
Fold a little high-hat into the mix,
Add some mother fucking base drum, roll them shits
Get that snare drum, ta ta ta tata ta.
Add some base to the rhythm for some high-class rock.
Lesson 1) You're a gangster with money and hoe's
Selling rocks on the street, robbin' convenience stores
Lesson 2) throw some scratches for that beasty rap.
Talk about your MC and, lean back.
Lesson 3) drop the beat; bring it back. Talk about your mother, drugs, sex, guns and crack.
What do you know, you're on the radio, with them fancy cars and mansions for sho'.
Just remember to save your money, don't spend it all on drugs;
Or you'll be stuck selling records in "The Adventures of".