Me Myself and a Pen

I’ll be no Mozart, no genius, just me myself and a pen

No chords are perfect all songs are written the same

And if I take my time I’ll probably write another corny song

So what’s the use, let’s all sing along

I could’ve done somethin' else and walked the path that my father laid

But I lucked out and made some songs that paid, oh yeah

And it took some time, to realize my music could pay my phone

With a roll of the dice, producing became my home

But I guess I’m no Mozart, no genius, just me myself and a pen

No chords are perfect all songs are written the same

And if I take my time I’ll probably write another corny song

So what’s the use, let’s all sing along

I guess it goes

Na na, na na, na na na na na na na

Na na, na na na na na, na na

Na na, na na, na na na na na na na

Na na na, Na na na na na

As time goes on I start to fall

Music don’t sound so great at all

Should I change my style my chords

Or fuck the critics, fight my own war

You know what’s sad? I’ll probably die

Doing this thing, the music life

And to be honest, I’m fine with that

What’s a life with no soundtrack

Even though I’m no Mozart, no genius, I'm just myself and my pen

no chords are perfect all songs are written the same

And so I took my time I probably wrote another corny song

But what’s the use, we still sing along