If everyone is tired of being fake, I don’t know how much real can take.
I may as well stop living my truth. Wonder if I got enough proof to follow suit.

I’m always in the fucking game
I’m tired of it not having change
I analyze all the fakers
I take money from all the takers
I should go ahead and follow suit
Live my life not strong, but aloof
No longer be concerned with truth
Fold to the world and its own rules

When I was real I got picked on
From childhood to occasionally grown
I give two fucks about the haters
But to not let it get to me is like a faker
I wanna lash out and put em in the ground
But my logic is not just, nor is it sound
Harbor my past, to hell with you is the truth
I make my present, while you others follow suit

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