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SOLD OUT 1 by June

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SOLD OUT 1 by June - hip hop,both vocals music cover art

SOLD OUT 1

hip hop,both vocals

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Lyrics
Description
(INTRO – The Devil Talks)
(Low, distorted voice. Slow. Creepy. Manipulative. Whispering in headphones)
“You ain’t gotta fight no more, baby...
Look what they did to you — same thing they did to me.
Click it, swipe it, sell it, stream it...
Come with me — they already forgot your name anyway…”
(beat starts to rumble underneath — 808s rev like engines)
(Hook – Screamed / Chanted / Tyler-style chaos)
FUCK YOU, I AIN’T SELLIN’ SHIT!
MY SOUL AIN’T STREAMIN’, BITCH!
ALL YOUR MONEY’S FAKE AS HELL —
AND YOU AIN’T SHIT BUT AN AD WITH A PITCH!
MEDIA LYIN’ — THEY POISONIN’ KIDS!
DUMBIN’ US DOWN WHILE WE LIKE AND WE CLICK!
NEIGHBORHOOD CRYIN’, STILL NO FIX!
EVERYBODY DEAD WITH A SCREEN IN THEY FIST!
(beat drops HARD — Ferrari revs, distorted trap bass rips through)
(Verse 1 – Rapped like Tyler / Emotional / Slightly Unstable Flow)
I don’t even talk to myself no more, he talk louder than me —
Devil in my DMs, blue check, verified, got a goddamn team.
Scrollin’ through trauma, swipin’ through grief, sellin' pain for a meme,
We bleed on the beat, while the suits in the back get green off the streams.
Gas me up like a Lambo, crash me out like a Ford,
Talk about change then ignore us — still send drones, still fund war.
Billboards full of lies, my timeline’s rot,
Woke up to ads in my dreams, what the fuck kinda world I got?!
(Verse 2 – Tyler-style Beat Switch / Raw Spoken Word Energy)
I grew up where prayer don’t work unless it’s loud.
Where your worth is your fit, and your god is a crowd.
Clickbait taught us more than class ever did,
Told us to go viral — not heal, not live.
My phone watchin’ me sleep, my friends turn to brands,
My skin got value only when it’s part of a plan.
So yeah, I told the devil “fuck you,” I don’t need your fame —
'Cause this pain ain’t a trend, and my soul ain’t for trade.
(Bridge – Voice gets quiet, hypnotic, like inner thoughts)
(don’t let ‘em sell you peace…
they package up your grief…
post it… profit… rinse… repeat…)
(Final Hook – Screamed / Explosive)
FUCK YOU, I AIN’T SELLIN’ SHIT!
I’D RATHER DIE THAN BE YOUR CLIP!
FILTERED LIFE? I’D RATHER BLEED!
NEIGHBORHOOD STILL CAN’T FUCKIN’ EAT!
I’M TOO REAL FOR A BRAND DEAL!
MY SCARS AIN’T MERCH, THEY REAL!
I WON’T DANCE FOR YOUR CLICKS —
MY PAIN AIN’T PART OF YOUR REEL!
(Outro – Haunting Ferrari Engine Fade + Devil's Last Whisper)
(beat slows down — Ferrari engine fades out like it’s dying, whisper returns)
(Devil):
“You’ll be back... when they forget you again...
We always come back..."