Jamie Fine - Sellout lyrics
[Jamie Fine - Sellout lyrics]
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 shit
Oh, they had me thinking maybe this was it
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 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
This was it, this was it, yeah
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
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
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 shit
Oh, they had me thinking maybe this was it
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 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
This was it, this was it, yeah
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
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