One of Them

I still remember the time when the record shops were still around
That only CD I had I put it on repeat
It was like the sound from my headphone went straight to my soul
That was the first time I realized music is something I can't live without
The feeling translated music from my dream to my destiny

The record shops are gone taking all the inspirations along
Let me check my phone and see what I got with my 9.99 a month

Thousands and millions of songs which mostly sound the same

Will this be one of them?
Is this one of them?

I don't know what's more important nowadays your music or who you are
It's no longer about art your story better be juicy enough
Why do we call ourself artist while to them we are entertainers
Let's be honest we need to sell ourselves before the music
Or let people judge you with opinions that stink like asses
Alright chill down turn the cd player on

The record shops are gone taking all the inspirations along
Let me check my phone and see what I got with my 9.99 a month

Thousands and millions of songs which mostly sound the same

Is this one of them?