Wake up every morning and I just can’t see
Why everybody in the world is rich and famous but me
I mean, I’m young and I’m hot, and I want to make money
But when it comes to talents, I just don’t have any
I’m talking – I can’t sing a god damn note!
Can’t design or sew
Can’t even get a reality show
All I can do is talk to a lame beat
Wait a minute, this sounds kinda sweet
I think I made a new genre of music
Sing Talk Gotta Rock
Can’t Believe I Pulled This Off
So Tight Hip Hop Light
Its like rapping but not quite
Sing Talk – I’m On Top
15 Minutes On My Clock
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
I tried to learn clarinet but I didn’t get far
I tried ballet but I couldn’t even stand at the bar
Took a baking class and can’t legally say what went down
But if there was money in arson
I would be rich by now!
Instead I open my Mac Book Pro (pro)
Talk into the microphone (phone)
Then run it through some Auto-Tunes
What comes out isn’t really music
But I still have a number one hit
Doesn’t that just make you sick?
Doesn’t that just make you –
Sing Talk At The Top Of The Charts
Who Would Of Thought Life Is So Nice
I’m like Lady Gaga, right?
Sing talk! Bratty rock
God, I hope this never stops, no
Oh oh whoa oh!
Oh oh whoa oh!
Now this is what I sound like raw
All filters off
It’s the real me
You had enough
It sound real rough
I should give up!
Wait I just remembered
I can’t do anything else!
Sing Talk Watch Me Rock
A Musician, No I’m Not
My Life Is So Tight
Good thing I failed outta grad alright
Sing talk! Whiney pop
Sound like a bitchy, gay robot, oh
Oh oh whoa oh!
Oh oh whoa oh!
Hahahaha!