A Song About That

Don't know if I'm bored or feeling my musical age
 What passes for songs and singers puts me in a rage
 Just because you know the words and music
 Doesn't mean that you're engaged
 It's blatant what you're trying to pull off
 Every time you step up on that stage
 A little fame, you wanna to score. But how you sing is such a bore
 Get off the mic (Please put down that mic)
 High and loud, low and meek. You've got autotune technique. Well
 There outta be a little quality
 How about singing like that?
 Now on to what's best described as a lack of a show
 If you'd ever seen a screen in your life you'd'a learned this ages ago
 Friends and family are sycophants,
 always shouting out 'Bravo!' (Bravo!)
 Brace yourself for some realism - I'm about to burst your ego
 Are you stuck in concrete? Why do you clap on the downbeat?
 You move so white ('Barisingly white)
 You don't need it. Move the stand. And don't ignore the band. So
 You gotta come across like you're the boss
 How about performing like that?
 Next
 You should listen bit closer to what you're singing about
 Some hitmaker-wannabe puts those words in your mouth
 There's gotta be something more
 inspiring then parties, sex and broken hearts
 Disregard the ensuing chorus if you're only aiming for the charts
 What you're singing's nothing new, and you don't even have a clue
 You sound so trite (Could you be more trite?)
 If you can't add to the art then why'd you even start? Man!
 Strain to present a little 'lightenment
 How about a song about... this is a song about
 You sound so trite
 You move so white
 Get off the mic