Fake it till you make it
Even friends follow suit
So when I lie about that coupe
I'm waiting for Uber to come scoop
The blue cheese that I'm counting
Ben Franklin galore
I'm just hoping that my card don't get declined at the store
But *** it I'm happy for now
But when I make it bet I make my money smile
Then fake friends gone come around
*** the food, my pockets eating
Let's go make a new style
Blue cheese become real
And plentiful you'll see
But this fake happiness is killing the inside of me
Should I be broke and happy?
Rich and sappy?
Fake emotions got me snapping
Crazed emotions, strange devotions
Feel like I can't ***ing control it
My faking becomes stronger when somebody's around
Nobody can know the truth. Not even I.