Oh my god, music these days is like... so lame
I can't listen to the radio without cringing my big tits off
I wish someone would take it back to the old school
Boom like dynamite, yes I get wild
Blowing up the scene like a frickin' missile
Quick hit the deck sir, here comes the pressure
Sound so ill, better call [Em]the health inspector
People of the world, people all [Em]over the nation
This is my [A]jam, yes I bring the good vibration
Lyric еducation, I'm elevating the ɾatings
It's blatant, I'm painting thе shape of this great innovation [C7]I'm making
When I step up on [C7]the scene
Fresh like [F]grass when the grass is green
Style that can blast ya, I'll be [Am]the master
Sword in the stone, I'm the new King Arthur
Could I get a minute to [C7]finish this pinnacle of music
Fuse it with blues and [Bm]then use it carefully, please don't abuse it
Lose it like [F]a mental patient, schizoρhrenic conversation
"Hi, Ren! My name is Ren! Nice to [C7]meet you! Oh, that's great man..."
I got [Fm7]what you [A7want
I got [Fm7]what you [A7need
Old-school kicks with a new school twist
Banging on [C7]my [A]mp3
I got [Fm7]what you [A7need
I got [Fm7]what you [A7want
A vintage classic, bounce like [F]elastic
Old-school song
