I'm not gay. But 20 bucks is 20 bucks.

[Intro – Cocky, Sleazy Voice, Half-Sung] Yeah I said it, so what? It was cold and I was broke, shut up. What would you do for rent this month? Don’t act holy—you ain’t above. (One snare hit –FUUU) --- [Verse 1 – Bouncy and Overconfident] Had a dream once—yeah, he looked like me Now I sell that dream by the selfie Kiss the ring, beg the brand “Love yourself,” says the money in my hand Changed my voice, my clothes, my face Lost my soul but I gained a place In a room with teeth and lights that burn Where the line of self-respect don’t return --- [Pre-Chorus – Desperate Charm] Everybody’s got a price Mine’s just been discounted twice Smile wide, dance on command I’ll fake whatever makes demand --- [Chorus – Explosive, Anthemic] I’m not gay—but 20 bucks is 20 bucks And I’m not sane—but fame don’t wait for luck I swore I'd never be this low But now I bend where the cash flow goes I’m not fake—just flexible as hell I sold the truth, but I sold it well Dreams die loud and morals rust And 20 bucks is 20 bucks --- [Verse 2 – A Bit More Cracked, Unhinged Delivery] Slept on couches, sang for free Then I shook hands with hypocrisy Told myself “this ain’t forever” But forever’s just one more clever endeavor Laughed through shame, dressed it chic Said “I’m fine” with blood in my teeth Did it all for the art—then the art got bored Now I smile for tips I can’t afford --- [Pre-Chorus – Voice Falters, Then Recovers] Everybody’s got a line Mine blurred out around ‘09 Now I’m clapping for applause On a stage that swallows flaws --- [Chorus – Bigger, Crazier, Almost Triumphant] I’m not gay—but 20 bucks is 20 bucks I’m not straight—but labels never paid enough Call it what you want, I call it broke Don’t judge the act when you missed the joke I’m not pure—I’m perfectly corrupt Morals cracked and fame’s abrupt Used to care, now I combust— ‘Cause 20 bucks is 20 bucks --- [Bridge – Whispered, Almost Poetic Over Warped Music] You think it starts with a kiss It starts with a laugh You’ll joke it off— Then choke on the aftermath You’ll do it once—then once again Till you don’t know who’s playing pretend Till your mirror sighs and your name feels stuck— Till you believe 20 bucks is 20 bucks --- [Final Chorus – Slurred, Triumphant Collapse] I’m not gay—but 20 bucks is 20 bucks I’m not anything, I’m just what sells and sucks Shout my name—spell it wrong Tell your friends I played along I’m not brave—I’m just out of shame Put a price tag on my name Dreams don’t last and neither does trust So 20 bucks... is 20 bucks --- [Outro – Deadpan Spoken Line, Fade Out] > You don’t get to call it selling out If no one was buying in the first place.