Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sellout, artist - Tom MacDonald. Date of issue: 19.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sellout |
| I’m sick of hearing that I changed up |
| Everybody wanna keep me chained up |
| Check if this a race, if I’m running and you’re walking, I can’t wait up, |
| straight up |
| I feel like I’m the same as when I came up |
| It’s still fuck a record label, still fuck a manager |
| Still do it all with my girl from my home |
| Yeah, I bought some Gucci, but I hardly even wear it |
| I was stoked that after thirty years, I finally wasn’t broke |
| And I don’t like that stuff, the vibe ain’t tough |
| I should go and soak the clothes in gasoline and light that up |
| All these stupid little rappers popping Xanax, bad examples for our children |
| I will never write that, bruh |
| I’m the same man living like I used to |
| Do it for my fans, getting famous off of YouTube |
| Hope they understand I’m only human, didn’t know that making music |
| Will be so fucking confusing, no excuses, that’s the truth, too |
| I will always be the person who I used to be |
| I ain’t wearing diamonds, I ain’t lying 'bout my jewelry |
| Every chain is fake, and all that Gucci isn’t new to me |
| I bought it secondhand so I look cool on your computer screen |
| So I’m tired of being analyzed by fans like they’re scientists |
| And criticized for every single rhyme I spit |
| If you really think I changed, quest my sister 'bout her wedding dress |
| My dad about Nepal or my mom 'bout her appliances |
| They say I sold out, love me poor |
| They don’t fuck with me no more |
| Say I changed up, now they’re bored |
| They miss the way I was before |
| I guess I sold out, they’re mad |
| Gold mouth, Louis bag |
| But everything I was |
| Made me everything I, everything I am |
| Look, I get it, all the criticism verified |
| Spent some years together, now we’re going through a scary time |
| Trust me, if I witnessed my hero been acting different |
| It seemed like he might be switching, I’d be tripping, I’d be terrified |
| But picture this: roach is climbing out the cupboards |
| I was living in the ghetto, borrowed money from my mother |
| I just had a mental breakdown, my girlfriend in the struggle |
| Then I blew up overnight and we were covered |
| We went to Gucci and Louis, moved out the hood to a safe house |
| Started doing things that we dreamed when we laid down |
| Now everybody’s saying that I changed and they hate loud |
| I was tryna show my girl like, «Hey, babe, we’re okay now» |
| Still throw a brick through the window of the lobby |
| Of any record label who tryna stop me |
| Still be the voice of every single lonely person with the story |
| They can’t tell because they never had nobody |
| Still fuck the system and pharma and every whack politician |
| And every triggered millennial too offended to listen |
| I got caught up in tryna show all the haters I did it |
| And I forgot that being Thomas was the promise I’d given |
| I understand why everybody lately saying I changed |
| But I get bored of everything that stays exactly the same |
| I promise that I’ll burn it down with fuel and flames |
| Before I lose myself and become all the things that I hate |
| They say I sold out, love me poor |
| They don’t fuck with me no more |
| Say I changed up, now they’re bored |
| They miss the way I was before |
| I guess I sold out, they’re mad |
| Gold mouth, Louis bag |
| But everything I was |
| Made me everything I, everything I am |
| I learned from my mistakes, I grew up and I changed |
| But I swear I’m still the same |
| I fell along the way so more than I could take |
| But I turned out okay |
| They say I sold out, love me poor |
| They don’t fuck with me no more |
| Say I changed up, now they’re bored |
| They miss the way I was before |
| I guess I sold out, they’re mad |
| Gold mouth, Louis bag |
| But everything I was |
| Made me everything I, everything I am |
| They say I sold out, love me poor |
| They don’t fuck with me no more |
| Say I changed up, now they’re bored |
| They miss the way I was before |
| I guess I sold out, they’re mad |
| Gold mouth, Louis bag |
| But everything I was |
| Made me everything I, everything I am |