MUSIC FOR SALE

I got lyrics stacked like towers in my head
Rhymes flowing faster than the words that I said
I dream of spotlights, crowds screaming my name
But when I pick up an instrument, it’s kinda the same
Clumsy fingers, outta time, total disaster
I hit the wrong note and it sounds like a pastor
Yelling at a cat in the middle of mass — yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
They say practice makes perfect, but I’m still a mess
Dreaming big while I’m failing the test
[Chorus]
If I could only sing, I’d be a star
Shinin’ bright, rockin’ stages near and far
But I guess I’d have to learn how to play guitar?
Strummin’ strings, keepin’ up with the bar
I can write those words all night long
But playing that keyboard would be absurd
Still, I’m sure I could be a star
Yeah, I’m sure I could be a star!
[Verse 2]
Drums look so cool, boom-bap on the kit
I’d bang like a pro, make the whole room split
But I lose the beat after two or three hits
Feelin’ like a fool with my sticks in a twist
Bass line slappin’? Nah, that’s a no-go
My rhythm’s so off, it’s a crime, you know
But in my bedroom mirror, I’m killin’ the show
[Pre-Chorus]
Talent’s overrated, heart’s what counts, right?
I got passion for days, burnin’ all night
[Chorus]
If I could only sing, I’d be a star
Belting out hits, chasin’ that guitar
But I guess I’d have to learn how to play guitar?
Maybe one day I’ll figure it out, ha!
I can write those words all night long
But playing that keyboard would be absurd
Still, I’m sure I could be a star
Yeah, I’m sure I could be a star!
[Bridge – fun, half-spoken with claps]
Hey, who needs lessons when you got fire inside?
I’ll drop bars like confetti, take the whole world for a ride
One day they’ll say, “He couldn’t play, but damn, could he write!”
Then hand me a mic — watch me own the night!
[Final Chorus – bigger, with gang vocals]
If I could only sing, I’d be a star!
(Whoa-oh-oh!)
Crowds goin’ wild, near and far!
(Whoa-oh-oh!)
But I guess I’d have to learn how to play guitar?
(Maybe tomorrow, yeah!)
I can write those words all night long
Keyboard? Nah, that’s way too absurd
But I know I could be a star
Writing those words and playing along

Yeah, I know I could be a star!
(Star! Star! Star!)
[Outro – fading with upbeat riff and laughs]
Hey, if you need a lyricist… hit me up!
I’ll write the hits, you play the stuff…
We’ll be stars together!