I’m demoing out a new masterpiece so spill the tea in the industry

All the suits have passed on me from front row seats

They know that what they got, ain’t what I got, and they know I ain’t got the chops to make it last

If popstars have to be 21 then count me out cause I missed the cut

If rockstars have to fit in your mold then I want out cause i won’t sell my soul

I'm banging my fists in the studio, if I drop dead here let my family know

I was cracking the code in my journals with every chord and note

Cause what I got, ain’t what you got, and I know you ain’t got the chops to make it last

So make it last

If popstars have to be 21 then count me out cause I missed the cut

If rockstars have to fit in your mold then I want out cause I won’t sell my soul

Maybe i’ll end up downtown with a cup begging for an extra coin to fill me up

I’d rather stay hungry for all my days then ever trade places with something so fake

I’d rather give up on my dream

If popstars have to do what they’re told

If rockstars have to follow your rules

If popstars have to be 21 then count me out cause I missed the cut

If rockstars have to fit in your mold

I want out cause I won’t sell my soul

I won’t sell my soul

I won’t sell my soul