Re: Writing some lyrics.

Here’s the first verse.

So it is,
I make hits with my own hands.
Record sales,
They’re no factor anymore.
You can see now there’s much more.
Just get out of the record store.
I will never be their prey.
Talent is just not for sale.

Never stick with the formula.
Try your own, gotta make it good.
Let the words be original.
Love and parties are overused.
Labels won’t matter anymore.
Get a chance in the cyber-world.
Gotta try gotta make your style
Your famous on your own.