Sellout (Explicit) 歌詞
Sellout (Explicit) - Jamie Fine
Lyrics by：Elijah Woods/Jamie Fine
Composed by：Elijah Woods/Jamie Fine
Sold my soul to write some songs that I don't care about
Was really hoping I'd get loaded but I'm selling out
Sold out shows and endless hoes it only brings me down
But I chose to take that money win or lose
'Cause it all means nothing but it's nothing new
Got what's coming 'cause they made me choose
You could fight for something baby what's the use
'Cause they'll take it from you till you think it's you
Every night I'm drinking thinking I should quit
Even though I hate this tryna make it fit
Sick of all these fake pricks saying I'm the s**t
Oh they had me thinking maybe this was it
This was it this was it yeah
This was it this was it yeah
This was it this was it yeah
This was it this was it yeah
I don't know which ones my
Bros from those who hang around
Way back home I tried to show them
Want to make them proud
I was supposed be the one that they all spoke about
How the f**k I get here drowning on this roof
'Cause it all means nothing but it's nothing new
Got what's coming 'cause they made me choose
You could fight for something baby what's the use
'Cause they'll take it from you till you think it's you
Every night I'm drinking thinking I should quit
Even though I hate this tryna make it fit
Sick of all these fake pricks saying I'm the s**t
Oh they had me thinking maybe this was it
This was it this was it yeah
This was it this was it yeah
This was it this was it yeah
This was it this was it yeah
Tryna write this new one thinking that it's sick
Probably stealing lines though from some better s**t
Anyways we're high bro sorry if we did
We're just tryna write some kind of f**king hit
This is it this is it yeah
This is it this is it yeah
This is it this is it yeah
This is it this is it yeah
Every night I'm drinking thinking I should quit
Even though I hate this tryna make it fit
Sick of all these fake pricks saying I'm the s**t
Oh they had me thinking maybe this was it
Every night I'm drinking thinking I should quit
Even though I hate this tryna make it fit
Sick of all these fake pricks saying I'm the s**t
Oh they had me thinking maybe this was it
Land of broken dreams guess I'm just another cliché
Writing all this pop s**t faking it in LA
Guess I should've listened you know what they say
If you sell your soul for
Pay checks you're the one who pays