A Song About That

Don't know if I'm bored or feeling my musical age
What passes for songs and singers puts me in a rage
Just because you know the words and music
Doesn't mean that you're engaged
It's blatant what you're trying to pull off
Every time you step up on that stage

A little fame, you wanna to score. But how you sing is such a bore
Get off the mic (Please put down that mic)
High and loud, low and meek. You've got autotune technique. Well
There outta be a little quality
How about singing like that?

Now on to what's best described as a lack of a show
If you'd ever seen a screen in your life you'd'a learned this ages ago
Friends and family are sycophants,
always shouting out 'Bravo!' (Bravo!)
Brace yourself for some realism - I'm about to burst your ego

Are you stuck in concrete? Why do you clap on the downbeat?
You move so white ('Barisingly white)
You don't need it. Move the stand. And don't ignore the band. So
You gotta come across like you're the boss
How about performing like that?

Next
You should listen bit closer to what you're singing about
Some hitmaker-wannabe puts those words in your mouth
There's gotta be something more
inspiring then parties, sex and broken hearts
Disregard the ensuing chorus if you're only aiming for the charts

What you're singing's nothing new, and you don't even have a clue
You sound so trite (Could you be more trite?)
If you can't add to the art then why'd you even start? Man!
Strain to present a little 'lightenment

How about a song about... this is a song about
You sound so trite
You move so white
Get off the mic