Cameron Ravenhill - POP SHIT

It seems like every single time we get anywhere, we go running right back, oh yeah
And I hate to pretend that I'm mad at ya, but this shit ain't fair

And this is how all these songs go over and over
Think it's time to write a pop hit
Always knew that one day I'd stoop this low, yeah
So let's make some pop shit

Let's have a hook real simple
Get that shit stuck in their brains
This minor scale is original
Feel this song running through your veins
I'll never be the one to hurt you
Let's have all that lovey-dovey shit
Props to my producer
But I'll never give him credit

And this sequence is so typical
Just the ABABCB
There's a twist at the ending
This song even got foreshadowing

Pull out the strap, some mindless violence in the form of a rap in the middle of a love song

How funny is that

What is wrong with this crap
You cant pick a suitable feature for a song
Thats supposed to make the girls scream, not because of a gun
Shout out to Blank for having me in this song

Let's have a hook real simple
Get that shit stuck in their brains
This minor scale is original
Feel this song running through your veins
I'll never be the one to hurt you
Let's have all that lovey-dovey shit
Props to my producer
But I'll never give him credit

You know these lyrics are so simple
The verses work as a chorus too
Don't believe me, just listen
But I'ma do it the way I do

And this sequence is so typical
Just the ABABCB
There's a twist at the ending
This song even got foreshadowing

And this sequence is so typical
Just the ABABCB
There's a twist at the ending
This song even got foreshadowing

Written by:
Cameron Ravenhill

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