Underneath all the glam
deep down I feel like a robot
at your beckoned call.
Do this, do that well to them
I say thanks but no thanks.
Trying to be someone so hot
When we all know they’re not
Between you& me I’m
better off doing my thing.
Try to make me the star
you want me to be
dude that’s not me.
Breaking free from the life
I once had but don’t want to know.
What’s done is done I’ve had my fill
Busting out from this prison
Make your move yeah I dare you.
Don’t change me for the better.
I’m shouting this out from my soul.
Not the sellout you want me to be
No way I’ll sell out myself or my beliefs.
Ruling their tricked out golden hell.
The last I want to do is hide in a
frozen faced shell.
Not about endorsements
It all makes no sense.
You won’t catch me on any billboards.
modeling designer clothes
Or material things
None of that matters to me.
Selling out is what I won’t do
From it all you have to break away.
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