Sellout - Dan Bull

In year 7 at school I remember that all I aimed to be

Was a professional rapper, gamer or comedian

Well guess what, mate?

Today I’m all three of them

And we’re saving up for payments to replace my faulty eardrums

I aspired to be «Eminem meets Monty Python»

With enough cash stockpiled to live my life on

And now I’m getting there I tell myself: «nice one»

While trolls send descriptions of the illness I should die from

Hello, is anybody home?

Turn the lights on

Why do you think that you can tell me what to do in my song?

Don’t construct a moral code that you expect me to adhere to

You’re a mere shrew in a field of views

So I can’t even hear you

Your opinion doesn’t mean a thing to me

If I’d have listened to it, I wouldn’t be in this industry

Wouldn’t have made the friends I share a passion with

Travel with, make videos and have a stack of fun just rapping with

To make a living playing games?

Hell yeah!

To make a living saying things?

Hell yeah!

To start my day by writing rhymes?

Hell yeah!

To never work a 9 to 5?

Hell yeah!

To be my own manager?

Hell yeah!

To get rich off what I did when I was amateur?

I’m the one that’s doing things, the rest of you are talking

How can I have sold out?

I never bought in

I rarely make a love song, prefer dropping lovebombs

But when it’s time to spar, I’m the first to put the gloves on

Life is a prize fight for a shine of the limelight

And I’m loving every round of it, the Mike Tyson of my life

I remember dreading a 9 to 5, suit and tie

Talk about doing time, this was do or die

Socially acceptable type of suicide

Why should you or I let a single other human being rule our life

Life is an RPG, and we need more than XP

So larp with me;

I won’t charge a fee if you impress me

Do it deftly and there’s no end to what you can get free

I love to chase success, I state that expressly

I’ve never compromised my mission or integrity

My mission is to do whatever I think’s best for me

Eventually I’ll write lyrics on flipping everything

Meanwhile I’ll take a check to give the list a bit of editing

To make a living playing games?

Hell yeah!

To make a living saying things?

Hell yeah!

To start my day by writing rhymes?

Hell yeah!

To never work a 9 to 5?

Hell yeah!

To be my own manager?

Hell yeah!

To get rich off what I did when I was amateur?

I’m the one that’s doing things, the rest of you are talking

How can I have sold out?

I never bought in

I’m not the Wolf of Wall Street

I’m just a Bull that’s balls deep

In every opportunity for improvement I see before me

A song with product placement creates a complication

Even when accompanied by an honest statement

And if I want to be an honored statesman

I’ve got to make it proper blatant

So I’m only going to say it once:

My songs are entertainment, they’re not a concrete statement

And if you take a rap track as fact, then you are mistaken

I’m not endorsing shit, unless I say it’s good

I never have and never will tell a fib in exchange for paper

Perhaps your perspective would be turned round

If you’d assessed the prospective shit that I had turned down

I’ve spurned thousands of pounds from powerful people

'Cause I found out just how they’re treating creatures and it isn’t peaceful

So, to all my critics and my haters, God bless

I’m not a sellout, nah, I’m a success

To make a living playing games?

Hell yeah!

To make a living saying things?

Hell yeah!

To start my day by writing rhymes?

Hell yeah!

To never work a 9 to 5?

Hell yeah!

To be my own manager?

Hell yeah!

To get rich off what I did when I was amateur?

I’m the one that’s doing things, the rest of you are talking

How can I have sold out?

I never bought in