Popstar

I'm demoing out a new masterpiece
So spill the tea in the industry
All the suits have passed on me
From front row seats, they know

That what they got ain’t what I got
And they know I ain't got the chops to make it last

If pop stars have to be twenty-one
Then count me out 'cause I missed the cut
If rock stars have to fit in your mold
Then I want out ’cause I won't sell my soul

I'm banging my fists in the studio
If I drop dead here, let my family know
I was cracking the code in my journals
With every chord and note

'Cause what I got ain't what you got
And I know you ain't got thе chops to make it last
So make it last

If pop stars have to bе twenty-one
Then count me out 'cause I missed the cut
If rock stars have to fit in your mold
Then I want out 'cause I won’t sell my soul

And maybe I’ll end up downtown with a cup
Begging for an extra coin to fill me up
I'd rather stay hungry for all my days
Than ever trade places with something so fake
I’d rather give up on my dream

If pop stars have to do what they're told (Do what they're told)
If rock stars have to follow your rules

If pop stars have to be twenty-one
Then count me out 'cause I missed the cut (I missed the cut)
If rock stars have to fit in your mold
I want out ’cause I won't sell my soul

I won't sell my soul
I won't sell my soul