Mr. Record Label Songtext
von Scott Helman

Mr. Record Label got a really fast car
And he drives into Hollywood, parallel parks
And he knows when he hears a hit, and he couldn′t write for shit
But there's a plaque with his name on it, ah

Oh, oh (ah)
Says I need him (ah)
Says I need him, uh
Oh (ah), but I′m paying his rent

If Mr. Record Label went and crashed his car
All the angry little kids will still be playing guitars and
All the moms will still get drunk, front row at Brooks and Dunn
And some ginger kid from London would still go number one (ah)


Whoa-oh
Says I need him (ah)
Says I need him
Oh (ah), but I'm paying his rent

Infinity pool, private school
Grapes off the vine, the rib is prime
Must be nice to live inside of your head (live inside of your head)
Yeah, I'm paying your rent
Premium fuel (ooh), new BBQ (ooh)
Gucci slides, copyrights
Must be nice on your side of the bed (on your side of the bed)
Just make it make sense

Oh, oh (ah)
Says I need him (ah)
Says I need him, uh
Oh, but I′m paying his rent