Sold
I could never sell my soul,
my worth is already gold,
Most people nowadays would sell the it's tho,
That's the sad thing, and some embrace it
How could you go eye to eye faces to faces
And Places to places
Knowing that you did that
You sold yo soul for a kit kat
I can't befriend you, get back
It's just a shame
The things that people will do for fame
Until they die and end up in flame
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