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Jhene

Genres: Pop

Sailing Not Selling Lyrics - Jhene

See, I got a lot to say and I ain't afraid to say it 

Mind on my money so that's why I'm trying to make it 

Yeah, but the money's what you make it 

Let it make you, see where it's gon' take ya 

Hey, you'll be headed nowhere, moving so fast you won't even care, yeah 

But when you get there, what you gon' do when nobody's there? 

Hey, I know what you're gonna say, made it there alone so you don't worry 'bout they, hey 

But when it all goes away, you're gonna be stuck, so what I'm trying say is 

 

Don't lose your so-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oul 

Oh-oh, let go-oh, let go of your ego 

Don't sell your so-oh-oul, sail your so-oul 

Sailing so-oh-oul, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh 

 

Isn't it clear that you are only hurting yourself? 

You will never grow if you lose control over yourself 

(Don't let go) If you don't get a hold of yourself 

Then you will end up with no self 

Playing the game for the fame in the end 

But what do you gain when you're paying to win 

You don't, you better keep your soul 

Set sail or get sold, oh 

 

[Kanye West] 

I sold my soul to the devil, that's a crappy deal 

Least it came with a few toys like the Happy Meal 

This game, you could never win 

'Cause they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again 

Get away from me loneliness, get away from me misery 

Get away from me fake shit, I can't take the phoniness, 

Get away from me wack tracks, I can only make only hits 

I'm an only child lost in the world, where did the lonely kids go when the bell ring? 

And feeling like hell rings, bringing me back down, checking my background, it's ironic what's happening 

Imagine if I didn't have the ends, I wouldn't have so many imaginary friends 

I'm spaced out dog, I be on that moon talk, wonder if God asked Mike how to moon walk 

I swear to mom, I wish me and my father talk more 

I stopped visiting around the time I was a sophomore 

I guess everything I hate about me I see in him 

And I ain't finna change, so we'll never agree again 

Just a few things pouring out my soul, Rosewood we could see out with our eyes closed