Sold Your Soul - Bakar

You never, you never sold your soul to me

You never, you never sold your sold to me

No, no

She said my swing like Tiger and my wood is major

Plus I sing in minor

Real life made her swipe up

There’s something about Josie

4am in slowkey

New York got me boasy

Plus my chair is cosy

Wow

Give a ten if I like her (Yeah)

I change my dollars into fivers (Yeah)

I change my tenners into dollars (Yeah)

I give her ten and she hollers, back

I like that

And she’s the one and I like

Fuck, I saw my love and she taxed

Fuck, I saw my love and she taxed

You never, you never sold your soul to me

You never, you never sold your sold to me (Oh no)

You never (To me, to me)

You never sold your soul to me (To me, to me)

You never (Never ever), you never sold your soul to me (To me)

What the fuck are we doing to youth, and the world is going in a deep hole.

What are you gonna do about that?

You gonna write a song about it and sing «Oh»

You can do better than that