Whenever Alone
If I can sell my soul
If I can sell my soul
Unh
It wouldn't be worth a damn
Cuz lately I've been feeling like less of a man
It wasn't the plan
Damn
But here I am
Living in my pops basement
Like sometimes you got to face it
Like maybe it ain't meant for you
This thing that you love to do
How you lose it all
You right back to where you started off
That's one hell of a finish
Unh
At one point it was going right
I even had a future wife
But life done put me on my ass
So let me ask
If I can sell my soul
Damn
Look
That's how I'm feeling
I'm used to being the villain
But this shit here is different
They ask me how I'm dealing
I tell them I'm just chilling
But i'm lying though
Between you and I, I'm out my mind yo
Oh how the mighty have fallen
I ain't even buying no
Food, water
Whatever neccesseties thought of
Shit, it's hard to talk of
Myself in the present tense
Cuz these days me and misery share a residence
But these are thoughts I'm never meant to tell
By the way if my soul was up for sale
I'd probably
Hello
Eli
Son, answer the phone
You can't let the world bring you down like that kid
You got to get back up
Dust your shoulders off
Grab the bull by the horns
Do what you do
Make music, get money
Show everybody, that you're a young god
That's how I raised you, to rise from the mud, and to shine, amongst all the heathens
If I can sell my soul
Unh
It wouldn't be worth a damn
Cuz lately I've been feeling like less of a man
It wasn't the plan
Damn
But here I am
Living in my pops basement
Like sometimes you got to face it
Like maybe it ain't meant for you
This thing that you love to do
How you lose it all
You right back to where you started off
That's one hell of a finish
Unh
At one point it was going right
I even had a future wife
But life done put me on my ass
So let me ask
If I can sell my soul
Damn
Look
That's how I'm feeling
I'm used to being the villain
But this shit here is different
They ask me how I'm dealing
I tell them I'm just chilling
But i'm lying though
Between you and I, I'm out my mind yo
Oh how the mighty have fallen
I ain't even buying no
Food, water
Whatever neccesseties thought of
Shit, it's hard to talk of
Myself in the present tense
Cuz these days me and misery share a residence
But these are thoughts I'm never meant to tell
By the way if my soul was up for sale
I'd probably
Hello
Eli
Son, answer the phone
You can't let the world bring you down like that kid
You got to get back up
Dust your shoulders off
Grab the bull by the horns
Do what you do
Make music, get money
Show everybody, that you're a young god
That's how I raised you, to rise from the mud, and to shine, amongst all the heathens
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Wilder
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