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sold your soul - diesel clockwork lyrics

[intro: prince] when you give it to somebody like a rolling stone or a vibe and they start critiquing it, then, your perception changes, but that’s looking through someone else’s eyes

[verse 1: diesel clockwork]
don’t know how to act
you know i be too attractive
busy stating facts
everybody wanna tap*in
called my sh*t whack
but he didn’t call it average
copped a q of pack
got me moving like a rabbit
digital
no more cds, no more physical
lyrical
i spit scripture like its biblical
cynical
i popped a pill, i feel invincible
pitiful
your social life is f*cking fictional
i’m an animal
jaw dropping moves, pick up your mandible
no cannibal, easy to digest it like its danimals
understandable
rеached and touched the bеat and now its flammable
too casual
fake ids for cheap, this b*tch is scannable
hit the bus, ot, like i’m matt tkachuk
up by, up by twelve, tell me am i fast enough?
busy running pockets, that’s a massive dub
super shady, know that karma gonna mess you up
[interlude: prince]
the music industry isn’t being run by musicians, its being run by accountants and lawyers. i don’t know if they’d know real music if they’d heard it. and ultimately, real music is just a microphone and a spotlight

[verse 2: diesel clockwork]
meet me where i’m at
hip that i’m a man of action
busy stacking racks
all these labels wanna cash*in
don’t overreact
pen to paper, get a fraction
they don’t got your back
they just want a transaction
listen close
do my best to paint a visual
imbecile
if you sell your soul then you’ll be miserable
principle
call it a deal, i call it criminal
typical
brand new artist desperate to be visible
got so many scars, i’m like black noir
was so sick of wasting time, i had a heart*to*heart
from the start, i could tell that it would be hard
it’s the hand we’re dealt, but who the f*ck in charge of the cards?
between you and i, i think i’ve got some staying power
one day i’m feeling great, the next day i’m a debbie downer
so much mixing, i straight turned my ears to cauliflower
son of my father, drown my sorrows at the happy hour
[outro: prince]
if you ask any artist, the music is a success, upon creation. we gauge success based upon, what we feel, in our hearts. minds should be used for what they’re made for, filing cabinets

- diesel clockwork lyrics

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