Pop Culture Lyrics

[Intro]
I've been doing this since I was thirteen, man
Uh

[Hook]
Baby girl, I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every single dollar I make

Cause I've been broke for a minute now
Know you gettin' tired hearin' bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break

Uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
You probably think that I won't ever grow up
But stop acting like there's something out there better than love
Another struggle rapper talkin' bout he down on his luck
What make you special, make you expect that you'd ever blow up?

You just a normal ass, ego-trippin' loaner with a boarding pass
Sitting on your Macbook, rapping and recording tracks
Dream-chasing dropout, finishing your undergrad
White people problems, I don't listen to that sort-of trash
Plus that underground style been dated
The game ain't the same as when Eminem made it
Blah blah blah, all them lyrics make my head hurt
You should save your money up and buy a new sweatshirt

Music don't sell if you can't sell an image
You need to find an angle, like a joke or a gimmick
Like Macklemore or Lil' Dicky, look how they did it
What makes your raps real if you can't make a living?

Being conscious and lit these days
To be honest, you can't even make a hit these days
While you waste your life out there tryna get these plays
You gon' lose a good woman, hope you miss me babe

[Pre-Hook]
Said I hope that you find what you're looking for
Seems you always got somewhere to go
But don't come back round here anymore
I'll be gone, won't see you tomorrow

[Hook X2]
Baby girl, I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every single dollar I make
Cause I've been broke for a minute now
Know you gettin' tired hearin' bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break

[Verse 2]
Yeah, well the homie got a plug at the agency
But they saying that you shit out of luck
Cause that boom-bap rap ain't poppin' no more
And it ain't worth following up (nah)

Ayo, I wonder what it take just to land that deal
How they, twice as big but only half as real
They wanna fake getting soft for that mass appeal
Make it hard to tell the world how you actually feel

Say shit like "it's lit" and "I have no chill"
Then post pics of this drip, push bags of pills
No cap, mask off, gon' crack the seal
Up in the whip, let this drunk chick grab the wheel Man I can't keep pace, tryna chase what's cool
I need to be laced with jewels or with face tattoos
To break through pop culture, change the color of your hair
Just don't forget when you was bummy with no money to spare

No washer, no heater, both still under repair
Asking the homie if it's cool to borrow something to wear
No rent money, next month was up in the air
And had to learn the hard way, baby nothing is fair
[Pre-Hook]
Through the trial and error, ask me why do I care
Will you be happy when you rapping out in Madison Square?
Let the fame take the place of the moments we shared
Cause I was chasing after something that was already there

[Hook X2]
Baby girl, I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every single dollar I make

Cause I've been broke for a minute now
Know you gettin' tired hearin' bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break, catch my break

[Verse 3]
I'm sick of feeling like I'm never enough
In a world where the money how we measure it up
Or maybe I'm just too depressed and obsessed with this stuff
And think my life be worth less if I never blew up

I got homies working office jobs, could've been rockstars
Others rocking world tours, barely even got bars
Maybe I could sell cars, try to meet a quota
Spend my time typing as a web design coder

The truth is I'd rather be broke on the road
Making gas money back off of small town shows
My bags in the trunk living in between homes
Just to feel like there's meaning to my flesh and my bones

And that means that you see me as a text on your phone
And the stress got us feeling like it's best to move on
How it feel to go to sleep when your best friend is gone
Clingin' to your dream with your headphones on

[Pre-Hook]
Well the homie got a plug at the agency
But they saying that you shit out of luck
Cause that boom-bap rap ain't poppin' no more
And it ain't worth following up

[Hook X2]
Baby girl, I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every single dollar I make

Cause I've been broke for a minute now
Know you gettin' tired hearin' bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break, catch my break

Said I hope that you find what you're looking for
Seems you always got somewhere to go
But don't come back round here anymore
I'll be gone, won't see you tomorrow

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