[Chorus]

Never sell my soul

Dead pres’ in the Rolls

Stars sparkle on the diamond, the pinky ring

Negative temperature, froze

Never sell my soul

Never dance with ‘vil

Stars spangled on the top of the phantom

I get it the way that it goes

Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri

Billie Jean, Billie Jean

Turn every shoe to a Louboutin

What is not given is taken for me

Mother Mary, Mother Mary

Save mе, save me

I’m just trying to make it up from thе mud, so this dirt is not nothing to me

[Verse]

No one support or show love when you genuine, they rather get what’ll go

They see the red on the dress, and they ask for the dance, and she lead ‘em right up to the floor

Couple of minutes they pass, and they’re still in the trance from the beauty that got ‘em on hold

Everyone looking with envy like “look at the lady he dancing with got ‘em so close”

Baddest b***h in room

Everyone wishing that they could be you, but you wish for their role

Start to question was it worth what you sacrificed, now that you got her up on you as yours

What’s it worth for the life if you living it fast then you ain’t given s**t when you go

Leave a soul for a pretty face, but a pretty face always gets old

Mid-dance now you stuck in position, and wonder what’s up on the floor

Look up and look around, no one is looking no more, like you look like a ghost

Pretty lady in the red dress, she tighten her grip and she ain’t letting go

She start to look up ain’t look at her face, you was facing the body before

Eyes red, eyes red

Same colour as the dress

Infatuated with the lifestyle

You ain’t know what you get

Never sell away my soul

Work ‘til I’m popping a vessel

They take the easy way out

They’ve been dancing with the devil

[Chorus]

Never sell my soul

Dead pres’ in the Rolls

Stars sparkle on the diamond, the pinky ring

Negative temperature, froze

Never sell my soul

Never dance with ‘vil

Stars spangled on the top of the phantom

I get it the way that it goes

Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri

Billie Jean, Billie Jean

Turn every shoe to a Louboutin

What is not given is taken for me

Mother Mary, Mother Mary

Save me, save me

I’m just trying to make it up from the mud, so this dirt is not nothing to me