Lyrics: Broken Record

[Chorus]
I've been singing this song for too long,
Just wishin we all would just move on,
Sick n' tired of doin what you want,
You've gone and turned this all into shhhhh,
Seems a little watered down,
Everybody wanna be a rap artist now,
Tryin get the platinum regardless how,
Hard you played yourself to get the fame.

And ain't it a damn shame, music today?
Fad's the same, so you ain't got shit to say,
Expect the kids to pay this expensive fee,
When they can get an mp3 off a friends cd,
Sspecially if there's less than three tracks you like,
If it was worse spending money then we actually might,
So much crap on the mic labels aint actin right,
Making cash from the hype like the passion of christ,
Just imagine the lights camera action and life,
The cars the cash the stars flashin they ice,
Cock tease, RnB, pop queens gassin' you up,
Fashion thugs passin you drugs in 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 from the main stream, just prayin' you'll break even.

[Chorus]
I've been singing this song for too long,
Just wishin we all would just move on,
Sick n' tired of doin what you want,
You've gone and turned this all into shhhhh,
Seems a little watered down,
Everybody wanna be a rap artist now,
Tryin get the platinum regardless how,
Hard you played yourself to get the fame.

*scratch* Hiphop music, what what what is it? Much greater than your Benz and your Lexus's. Hiphop music, what what what is it? Do not connect us with those chapagne sippin' money fakers.

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 sucks 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]
I've been singing this song for too long,
Just wishin we all would just move on,
Sick n' tired of doin what you want,
You've gone and turned this all into shhhhh,
Seems a little watered down,
Everybody wanna be a rap artist now,
Tryin get the platinum regardless how,
Hard you played yourself to get the fame.

*scratch* Hiphop music, what what what is it? Much greater than your Benz and your Lexus's. Hiphop music, what what what is it? Do not connect us with those chapagne sippin' money fakers. Hiphop music, what what what is it? I have to respect the real money. Hiphop music, what what what is it? Do not connect us with those chapagne sippin' money fakers.

[Chorus x2]
I've been singing this song for too long,
Just wishin we all would just move on,
Sick n' tired of doin what you want,
You've gone and turned this all into shhhhh,
Seems a little watered down,
Everybody wanna be a rap artist now,
Tryin get the platinum regardless how,
Hard you played yourself to get the fame.