ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jamie Fine
Vocals
elijah woods
Programming
Matthew St. Jules
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamie Fine
Composer
elijah woods
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
elijah woods
Producer
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Doug Rich
Studio Personnel
Janice Soled
Studio Personnel
歌詞
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
'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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
This was it, this was it, yeah
This was it, this was it, yeah
This was it, this was it, yeah
Oh, this was it, this was it, yeah
[Verse 5]
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?
[Verse 6]
'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
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
This was it, this was it, yeah
This was it, this was it, yeah
This was it, this was it, yeah
Oh, this was it, this was it, yeah
[Verse 9]
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
[Verse 10]
This is it, this is it, yeah
This is it, this is it, yeah
This is it, this is it, yeah
Oh, this is it, this is it, yeah
[Verse 11]
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
[Verse 12]
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
[Verse 13]
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
Written by: Jamie Fine, elijah woods
