Sweatshop Union - Bring Back The Music lyrics
[Sweatshop Union - Bring Back The Music lyrics]
What happened to the music videos?
All I see is Jersey Shore
And these stupid Diddy shows
Really though, get 'em on a different channel
You can soak up all the
So-called reality you can handle
Because I don't give a shit about
The crib Nelly lives in
Or what's in his fridge, in his kitchen
It make me wanna turn off my television
It's all irrelevant bullshit, man
I'm telling you can't stand the smell of it
I mean, really? What kind of world is this?
They give their time to Girlicious
Instead of giving it to legitimate artists
That work hard & put their
World hearts in this shit
I wish they could see that and
Bring the old MTV back with no video's
It's like an empty weed sack - it's useless
So bring back the music
If y'all refuse to do it
We can always YouTube shit, but still
Now video killed the radio star
And kids won't turn their stereo's on
Kids need something to view the auto tune in
I write these words and bare my whole heart
Expose my soul over beats I flow on
And hope they evoke emotions
And open up ears that
Yesterday were roped off
Closed minds only pay attention
To the co-signs and clothing designs
While the op-pest dies i hope that mine
Can find in my home to rotate
I know, I don't quite fit the mode, no
But why should I live below the so-so's?
I won't swallow the soil of
Those holding the spoons
Forced down your throats no
All I see is Jersey Shore
And these stupid Diddy shows
Really though, get 'em on a different channel
You can soak up all the
So-called reality you can handle
Because I don't give a shit about
The crib Nelly lives in
Or what's in his fridge, in his kitchen
It make me wanna turn off my television
It's all irrelevant bullshit, man
I'm telling you can't stand the smell of it
I mean, really? What kind of world is this?
They give their time to Girlicious
Instead of giving it to legitimate artists
That work hard & put their
World hearts in this shit
I wish they could see that and
Bring the old MTV back with no video's
It's like an empty weed sack - it's useless
So bring back the music
If y'all refuse to do it
We can always YouTube shit, but still
Now video killed the radio star
And kids won't turn their stereo's on
Kids need something to view the auto tune in
I write these words and bare my whole heart
Expose my soul over beats I flow on
And hope they evoke emotions
And open up ears that
Yesterday were roped off
Closed minds only pay attention
To the co-signs and clothing designs
While the op-pest dies i hope that mine
Can find in my home to rotate
I know, I don't quite fit the mode, no
But why should I live below the so-so's?
I won't swallow the soil of
Those holding the spoons
Forced down your throats no