It’s true what they say, no matter the fight, They’ll try to hold you down, dim out your light. But I’m not done yet, still got my fire, Mark these words — last laugh’s from Marty Pyre. (Yeah… check.) No views, no clicks, no love, no hits, Ring that bell so they know I exist. Confused, no tricks, I still won’t quit, One last track and I’m sealing it, that’s it. Shoobop, shoowah, ohhh, he won’t quit… People press play, the watch-time’s long, But look at the numbers, you know it feels wrong. Not the content, the work’s all right, They cut my mic when I try to fight. 🎵 No views, no views, but he still grooves! 🎵 I sing my truth, I pay my dues. 🎵 No views, no views, the charts don’t choose… 🎵 But I won’t lose, I light my fuse. I ain’t lazy, I ain’t half-steppin’, Work all night, while the others are restin’. Not just record and call it a day, I shape my song in a crafted way. Shoobop, shoowah, crafted way… I give my best, but they close that door, I drop a banger, they ask for more. This ain’t chance, it’s a planned romance, They dim the lights when I start to dance. 🎵 No views, no views, no love, no hits… 🎵 But I stand tall, I exist, I persist. 🎵 No views, no views, no spotlight bright… 🎵 But I’ll keep singing all through the night. Shoobop, shoowah, don’t stop the song… Shoobop, shoowah, keep moving on… One day the world will hear my sound, Till then I’ll sing while the night goes ’round. 🎵 No views, no views, but we still shine, Dreams in our hearts and the beat’s on time. No views, no views, but hear us sing, Joy’s in the music, not the fame it brings. 🎵 (Now you know how it feels, behind the screen…) (Ring that bell, keep the dream unseen.) (It’s not about numbers, it’s about the song — You’ll be humming “No Views” all day long.)
