What You Want
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 the health inspector
People of the world, people all over the nation
This is my jam, yes I bring the good vibration
Lyric education, I'm elevating the ratings
It's blatant, I'm painting the shape of this great innovation I'm making
When I step up on the scene
Fresh like grass when the grass is green
Style that can blast ya, I'll be the master
Sword in the stone, I'm the new King Arthur
Could I get a minute to finish this pinnacle of music
Fuse it with blues and then use it carefully, please don't abuse it
Lose it like a mental patient, schizophrenic conversation
"Hi, Ren! My name is Ren! Nice to meet you! Oh, that's great man..."
I got what you want
I got what you need
Old-school kicks with a new school twist
Banging on my mp3
I got what you need
I got what you want
A vintage classic, bounce like elastic
Old-school song