Sellout

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

Chorus
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 shit
Oh, they had me thinking maybe this was it

This was it, this was it, yeah x 4

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 fuck 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

Repeat Chorus

This was it, this was it, yeah x 4

Tryna write this new one thinking that it's sick
Probably stealing lines though from some better shit
Anyways we’re high bro, sorry if we did
We’re just tryna write some kind of fucking hit

This is it, this is it, yeah x 4

Repeat Chorus x 2

Land of broken dreams, guess I'm just another cliché
Writing all this pop shit 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