Intro:
I can't do it anymore, it's just me and the pen now

Chorus:
I know the pressure's in the air
A half a million spent and yet you act like you don't care
Cause I've seen and read just how easy it is
Just throw a rap onto a beat and that's the record biz
I know...

Come my way, come my way
Up in the place, my label wants a hit song
So I can blow up like Mase
And that's easy right?
Just put a little rap upon the beat
And just freak it until it's tight
Throw a hook on it
Boom there you go
Cast it into the lake of consumerism
And bloom it's that easy
It's like 1,2,3, bingo check my new single
Look at Pigeon John as he sings and dance
They don't even understand that I have wet my pants
With a demented grin I just shake their hands
Then go back to the studio and wait for chance

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I know the pressure's in the air
A half a million spent and yet you act like you don't care
Cause I've seen and read just how easy it is
Just throw a rap onto a beat and that's the record biz
And now I'm falling
Don't know what to do now
And now I'm falling
Where the heck is my crew now
And now I'm falling

Oh and what am I to do?
When my head's drained and dry
With no point of view?
I'll just...well forget it, I'll just do what I did
To get me in the first place when I was I kid
I'll make a song about cheerleaders, Cadillacs, Silverlake,
White girls, jealousy which then turns to hate,
Trader Joe's, ex-girlfriends, and cheap clothes
Swingers at three and never do forget "Oooh Weee"
And plus insecurity is the key
When they're marketing me to society
And I'm broke but that's good for publicity
Cause it shows the human side of buying my cd

Chorus
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