Pop Song - Spose

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 making fun of all the bragging

And it blew up in like, not long

Then I got signed to a deal, flew me out to LA

Put me in the studio and told me

We want you to write a Pop song

We want you to write a Pop song

And make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

And do it for the kids!

‘Cause the kids want hits

They don’t give a shit about the rhymes you spit

They just want a nice beat that they all could ride to

With a chorus catchier than swine flu times two!

I know you like Primo Beats

So you compose verses like they were a Keynote 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 moose 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 an all-nighter, baby

We want you to write a Pop song

We want you to write a Pop song

And make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

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 fucking Rick Ross

We want something more like Ke$ha, tick tock»

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 verse, it’s not '96, kid!»

I told them, «Look man, I’d rather have my wrists slit

Than sound like every other fucking 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, its too bad because»

We want you to write a Pop song

We want you to write a Pop song

And make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

Make it sound like this

And do it for the kids!

We want you to write a Pop song

We want you to write a Pop song

And do it for the kids!