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lirik lagu thinking bout sellin’ out – butterfingers

[verse 1]
i see these cashed up rappers when i’m scrolling
the get the girls and the grills and the gold bling
i hate the hedonistic nature of the whole thing
and yet the be in the paper that i’m folding
got me thinking ’bout switching up my style more
cause every rapper on the maps a ballin’ crime lord
but if i act like i’m an addict from the sideboard [?]
tatters in my eyeb*lls [?], i bet the kids will buy more
i’m never smiling in my photos, i’m all blue steel
to prove i’m too real, mooney do that new appeal [?]
and if i could just get a feature that i’m new steal
and drop your jaws [?] maybe i could lace me up a shoe deal
and now my fans are looking at me like i’m crazy
cause for years, man, this band has been my baby
but now i want’s the radio to play me
so i can just be like “f*ck you, pay me”

[chorus]
cause i’ve been thinking ’bout selling out
there’s nowhere left to turn
been living for the underground, but
there’s no money here left to earn
but now i see the light of a brand new day
gotta dumb down what i write
get paid when my song gets played
played, so played
played, so played
so played
[verse 2]
it’s a long way to the top, and it’s not there
when everybody’s always judging how you got there
you wanna see heroes ballin’ like “f*ck yeah”, but
no one understands the money’s got to come from somewhere
no one’s buying records to pay for their videos
recognizing independents with the cleaning folks [?]
if a brand wants to give me cash or give me clothes
in the past i’ve been opposed, now i’m like “gimme those”
lot of labels where their face is b*e*t*a [?]
so i’m thinking doing that for k*f*c*i*a
tripping on my head the competition to get paid [?]
to lend my face for mickey*d’s new chicken rings [?]
then i go slow and set up phone plans [?]
making up my face, going out like lindsey lohan [?]
let go my old jam
enthuse my old fans
go get with the program
i’m sick of being broke, man

[chorus]
cause i’ve been thinking ’bout selling out
there’s nowhere left to turn
been living for the underground, but
there’s no money here left to earn
but now i see the light of a brand new day
gotta dumb down what i write
get paid when my song gets played
played, so played
played, so played
so played
[bridge: evil eddie and god]
am i a hypocrite? sure, but i can live with it
still living hard up and i am sick of it [?]
so l!ck a d*ck, as long as i’m paid, i don’t give a sh*t
no one else does, why should i be any different?
because you’re the chosen one, edward
dude, what?
stay on the ball
what the f*ck, is that you, god?
i’m just telling you to follow what your passion is
cause if you don’t, you’ll never find true happiness
pretty sure the cash would make me happy
don’t worry, i’ma get you, baby, you don’t need all the answers
what’s the catch?
no catch, this is it
it’s your purpose, all you gotta do is get to work, b*tch

[verse 3]
i’ve been thinking ’bout selling out
because i guess my main concern
hasn’t really been about myself
but instead about what i earn
but now i see the light of a brand new day
giving no f*cks what i write
no f*cks if the song gets played
played, so played
played, so played
so played
played, so played
played, so played
so played

- butterfingers

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