as I need to further my career.
I've got nothing of my own
but you do, and I have an idea.
Let's burn your beats, blitz your bass,
a tinkling piano will take their place.
Change the key, and loosely speaking
any sense of a melody.
A charity needs a bleak soundtrack,
and my throat has the perfect crack
to carry emotion and create the notion
that your 'song' is really mine.
You need the cash, you've had your time,
euphoric nights have come and gone.
The good news is you'll keep the credit
and thank me when I'm number one.
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