| I started out underground
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| I was kinda like a seed
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| I had no manager, I booked my own shows
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| Made the posters and afterwards, I sold CD’s
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| Then I made a song making fun of all the bragging
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| And it blew up in like, not long
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| Then I got signed to a deal, flew me out to LA
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| Put me in the studio and told me
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| We want you to write a Pop song
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| We want you to write a Pop song
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| And make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| And do it for the kids!
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| ‘Cause the kids want hits
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| They don’t give a shit about the rhymes you spit
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| They just want a nice beat that they all could ride to
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| With a chorus catchier than swine flu times two!
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| I know you like Primo Beats
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| So you compose verses like they were a Keynote speech
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| But, we just want you to be 3OH!3
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| Mixed with Flo Rida mixed with B.o.B, capiche?
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| So make another «Airplanes»
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| Or a song like «Billionaire,» either’s fair game
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| Do it or go down in flames
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| Back to Maine, you can beg moose for spare change
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| You can’t sing? |
| We’ll auto tune it!
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| Make it sound like someone else’s music
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| We brought writers who could make it sound tighter
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| We could pull an all-nighter, baby
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| We want you to write a Pop song
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| We want you to write a Pop song
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| And make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| And do it for the kids!
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| No, I wanna do it for Hip-Hop
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| You know, fresh to death, like a bird in a zip lock
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| They’re like, «Spose, you’re not fucking Rick Ross
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| We want something more like Ke$ha, tick tock»
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| I wrote a verse and said, «Listen to this shit»
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| They put their hands to their foreheads as I kicked it
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| They’re like, «Look, I don’t think that you get it
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| Nobody cares about your verse, it’s not '96, kid!»
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| I told them, «Look man, I’d rather have my wrists slit
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| Than sound like every other fucking singer in the business»
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| They’re like, «Really, Spose, would it be that cataclysmic
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| To make a couple songs for top 40 and rhythmic?
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| With hooks big enough to catch Moby Dick with?
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| With very few words and some melodies addictive?
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| If you’re not up to the task, grab your bags
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| Call a cab, its too bad because»
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| We want you to write a Pop song
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| We want you to write a Pop song
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| And make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| Make it sound like this
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| And do it for the kids!
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| We want you to write a Pop song
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| We want you to write a Pop song
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| And do it for the kids! |