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