The Key of Awesome, Mark Douglas, Tatiana Owens, Sarah Gregory, Evan Gregory - Epic Pop Song Tutorial lyrics
[The Key of Awesome, Mark Douglas, Tatiana Owens, Sarah Gregory, Evan Gregory - Epic Pop Song Tutorial lyrics]
Phar-rell in-tro
First off start with an 808 drum
Pounding their brains into submission
Paying for a live drummer is dumb
Now you've received 808-101
Remember to come off rebellious and damaged
But not so much that you cannot be packaged
I like to add a dumb saxophone riff
And repeat it like a GIF
I could be your boyfriend
And whisper over this
Auto tune is your best friend
It's been my jam since 2010
Now you can be the next pop king
Without ever learning to sing (ah)
Good enough pop song (good enough)
Made for simpletons (mouth breathers)
Written by robots soundtracks to ass shots
Break it down, Avicii now add some country
Very appealing to club kids and rednecks
Write about breakups, always play the victim
Sing about boys
Take selfies with your kittens
Tell all your fans that you love 'em a bunch
Send them Christmas presents and
Take 'em to lunch
If you're like Bey
You'll always raise the bar
Like when I sing about having sex in a car
Try using poetry and clever metaphors
Just like when I called a dick a surfboard
(surfboard
Make sure you have something to say
Even if it's stolen from Marvin Gaye
(wake up, wake up)
Everything is programmed and so are you
My behind is on your mind so what can you do
Boo? This fatty's sending happy signals
To your fun receptors
This jam will eat your brain
Like it was Hannibal Lecter
(Nailed it, that's a ripper)
Overplayed pop songs (overplayed)
At strip clubs and malls (up in that club)
Soon you'll crave shit songs (nom, nom, nom)
That's Stockholm Syndrome
(we've got you by the balls)
This is the part where I
Break it down and have
A whiny speaky part in the middle of the song
Hey, hey hey! This is the part
Where I do that 'cause, you
Know, that's just me trying to come
Off as your sweet, hip, cool friend
Older sister
Yeah, well I know all the slang words, playa
Word! And now I'm going to do a duet with
My cat 'cause I love me some cats
Just like y'all do
Yeah, well I'm going to dress up like a
Cat that's how much I love cats
I'm wearing cats i ate a cat
It's the best pop song
Wait, something feels wrong
We're good musicians
Let's just jam unplugged
It's the last pop song
No more ass drop songs
First off start with an 808 drum
Pounding their brains into submission
Paying for a live drummer is dumb
Now you've received 808-101
Remember to come off rebellious and damaged
But not so much that you cannot be packaged
I like to add a dumb saxophone riff
And repeat it like a GIF
I could be your boyfriend
And whisper over this
Auto tune is your best friend
It's been my jam since 2010
Now you can be the next pop king
Without ever learning to sing (ah)
Good enough pop song (good enough)
Made for simpletons (mouth breathers)
Written by robots soundtracks to ass shots
Break it down, Avicii now add some country
Very appealing to club kids and rednecks
Write about breakups, always play the victim
Sing about boys
Take selfies with your kittens
Tell all your fans that you love 'em a bunch
Send them Christmas presents and
Take 'em to lunch
If you're like Bey
You'll always raise the bar
Like when I sing about having sex in a car
Try using poetry and clever metaphors
Just like when I called a dick a surfboard
(surfboard
Make sure you have something to say
Even if it's stolen from Marvin Gaye
(wake up, wake up)
Everything is programmed and so are you
My behind is on your mind so what can you do
Boo? This fatty's sending happy signals
To your fun receptors
This jam will eat your brain
Like it was Hannibal Lecter
(Nailed it, that's a ripper)
Overplayed pop songs (overplayed)
At strip clubs and malls (up in that club)
Soon you'll crave shit songs (nom, nom, nom)
That's Stockholm Syndrome
(we've got you by the balls)
This is the part where I
Break it down and have
A whiny speaky part in the middle of the song
Hey, hey hey! This is the part
Where I do that 'cause, you
Know, that's just me trying to come
Off as your sweet, hip, cool friend
Older sister
Yeah, well I know all the slang words, playa
Word! And now I'm going to do a duet with
My cat 'cause I love me some cats
Just like y'all do
Yeah, well I'm going to dress up like a
Cat that's how much I love cats
I'm wearing cats i ate a cat
It's the best pop song
Wait, something feels wrong
We're good musicians
Let's just jam unplugged
It's the last pop song
No more ass drop songs