Broken Record

[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 Pa*sion of the Christ Just imagine the lights, camera, action, the life The cars, the cash, the stars flashin' their ice Cock tease R pop queens ga*sin' you up Fashion thugs pa*sin' 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] [x4] 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 s*cks 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 x2]