Cloutstitute

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
He wanna be big, she wanna be seen,
They both want a life that feels like a dream.
Scrolling through pain like it’s something to post,
Tryna find peace where attention costs most.

The rent’s past due, the jobs pay crumbs,
The fame looks rich when your stomach’s numb.
They call it hustle, call it a grind,
But it’s survival when you’re out of time.

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[Hook / Chorus – heavy reverb & stacked harmonies]
Some paid, some broke and broken,
Clout in their eyes, the truth unspoken.
Is it wrong, in this kind of poverty,
To chase a dream that the world can see?
Is it wrong? Tell me who’s to blame,
When the only fame left is pain in a frame.
Cloutstitute — we sell what we know,
’Cause real jobs don’t pay, but the views might grow.

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[Verse 2]
Doing anything for the clicks and plays,
He’s a mirror of the world we made.
Every like feels like a raise,
But every soul feels more enslaved.

Mama said, “Son, keep your pride,”
But pride don’t feed when the bills collide.
He’s tired of “no’s,” of minimum pay,
So he trades his truth for a brighter day.

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[Bridge – stripped down, echoed vocals + delayed guitars]
It’s hard to tell what’s sin, what’s need,
When the whole world runs on greed.
Is it wrong to sell your pain,
When pain’s the only thing that gains?

He wants to rise, but the climb’s not fair,
Fame looks holy when you’re stuck down there.
They laugh at dreams, but dreams are fuel,
And clout’s the crown in a broken school.

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[Final Hook / Outro – cinematic swell + distant vocal echo]
Some paid, some broke and broken,
Clout in their eyes, the truth unspoken.
Is it wrong, in this kind of poverty,
To chase the light that you’ll never see?
Cloutstitute — we all play the game,
But some lose soul just to earn a name.

(Ad-libs: “Is it wrong… yeah… is it wrong?”)
Tell me, is it wrong…
When the system made us all belong…
To the clout?

*(Fade out with echo: “Is it wrong… wrong… wrong…”)