I started out underground,
I was kinda like a seed
I had no manager, I booked my own shows
Made the posters and afterwards I sold cd's
Then I made a song makin fun of all the braggin
And it brew up in like, not long
Then I got signed to a deal, flew me out to L.A.
Put me in the studio and told me
We want you to write a pop song
And make it sound like this
Make it sound like this
And do it for the kids
"Cuz the kids want hits
They don't give a shit bout the rhymes you spit
They just want a nice beat that they
All could rhyme to, with a chorus catchier
Than swine flu times two
I know you like premo bids
So you compose verses like they were a
Key note speech but
We just want you to be 3OH!3
Mixed with Flo-Rida mixed with B.o.B.
Capiche
So make another Airplanes
Or a song like Billionaire
Either's fair game
Do it or go down in flames
Back to Maine you can beg mousse
For spare change
You can't sing? We'll auto tune it
Make it sound like someone else's music
We brought writers who could make it sound tighter
We could pull it all night baby"
We want you to write a pop song
And make it sound like this
Make it sound like this
And do it for the kids
"No, I wanna do it for hip hop
You know fresh to death like a bird
In a zip lock"
They're like "Spose, you're not fuckin Rick Ross
We want something more like Ke$ha, TiK Tok"
I wrote a verse, and said listen to this shit
They put their hands to their foreheads as I kicked it
They're like, "Look, I don't think that you get it
Nobody cares about your verses, it's not '96 kid"
I told them, "Look man, I'd rather have my wrists slit,
Than sound like every other fuckin singer in the business"
They're like, "Really Spose? Would it be that cataclysmic
To make a couple songs for Top 40 and Rhythmic?
With hooks big enough to catch Moby Dick with
With very few words and some melodies addictive
If you're not up to the task, grab your bags,
Call a cab
It's too bad because"
We want you to write a pop song
And make it sound like this
Make it sound like this
And do it for the kids