Sellout
This is the conversation
This is the time to talk
You have been lying all along
You're not an inspiration
It's time to walk the walk
I'll force the truth out with this song
So fuck your role models
And fuck the scene too
I hate your morals, I hate everything about you
Fuck your money
And fuck your music too
I hate your message, and pretending that I like you
Stop your bullshit
Shut your mouth
You're overrated and foul
Fuck you
Fuck you
So fuck your role models
And fuck the scene too
I hate your morals, I hate everything about you
Fuck your money
And fuck your music too
I hate your message, and pretending that I like you
When it comes time to fall
Where will your heroes be
And when you're found crawling on your knees for thieves
Where will your heroes be
Ride your high horse straight to hell
This is my declaration
This is the final straw
I'm standing up for whom you've wronged
I'm here to send a message
You better watch your back
You know exactly who you are
So fuck your role models
And fuck the scene too
I hate your morals, I hate everything about you
I'll fight your dad, and fuck your mother too
I hate your message, and pretending that I like you
When it comes time to fall
Where will your heroes be
And when you're found crawling on your knees for thieves
Where will your heroes be
This is the time to talk
You have been lying all along
You're not an inspiration
It's time to walk the walk
I'll force the truth out with this song
So fuck your role models
And fuck the scene too
I hate your morals, I hate everything about you
Fuck your money
And fuck your music too
I hate your message, and pretending that I like you
Stop your bullshit
Shut your mouth
You're overrated and foul
Fuck you
Fuck you
So fuck your role models
And fuck the scene too
I hate your morals, I hate everything about you
Fuck your money
And fuck your music too
I hate your message, and pretending that I like you
When it comes time to fall
Where will your heroes be
And when you're found crawling on your knees for thieves
Where will your heroes be
Ride your high horse straight to hell
This is my declaration
This is the final straw
I'm standing up for whom you've wronged
I'm here to send a message
You better watch your back
You know exactly who you are
So fuck your role models
And fuck the scene too
I hate your morals, I hate everything about you
I'll fight your dad, and fuck your mother too
I hate your message, and pretending that I like you
When it comes time to fall
Where will your heroes be
And when you're found crawling on your knees for thieves
Where will your heroes be
Credits
Writer(s): David Marshall, Jacob Harmond, Jason Richardson, Alex Koehler, Daniel Lamond, Pablo Viveros Segura
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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