Sold out,
No doubt,
Things are gonna be looking that way someday,
Canât wait for the great things Iâve been working for
Just wait,
Things will change,
Youâll see, then agree with me,
That itâs gotta be some kinda dream that weâve all seen before
Then those whoâll want me,
Are those who forgot me
From the days when I only played inside one room, one light, one mic, and a mirror
Singing to myself with an audience of zero
In stereo
Iâll be your hero
From the left ear to the right, oh,
Youâll be stuck inside your headphones
And so I told you
I bought and sold you
Cause I did not hesitate to relate to your common sense,
It wasnât make sense, so let go of the lyrics and dive right on in
So donât say things wonât come my way
Donât say things wonât come my way
Remember this face youâll be seeing it someday
From street corners,
To each state border,
Iâll play stages for all ages, wages gaining, Iâll be making, taking, breaking, my pay
Then suddenly youâll say,
Hey, what happened to they days when you would play inside one room, one light, one mic, and mirror? Singing to yourself with an audience of zero?
I thought I told you
Those days are all through
Iâm tired of being the one whose all alone, still Iâm on my own
Cause Iâm under-rated, and a little bit jaded, hated, graded, but youâll be taken in when I finally make it, make it, make it, Iâm gonna make it
