Synthetic
Yeah
Hype it up!
I'll put the guess to rest & get it off my chest
I can't take no more of this duress
Hyped up double talk from the sidewalk sloth
That deserve to be lined in chalk
Just like a body of water that will soon fall down
Truth spills and walls surround
Strap your facts to the back of the calf
That they killed for your veal
'Cause I'm pushin' the real
All this time I thought I knew exactly who I was
Once again I see my friend is not one I can trust
Blame myself for falling now I'm crawling to be whole
Everything you did was just a bid to play a role
That's called a front
That's called a front
Beggars and the hangers on
See them now before they're gone
Feeding from you like you're bread in the pond
Fake as the nails on your fingers
Are the clingers you call friends
Like a cameo I got played for my soul
And the role was a cold lump of coal
Too bad you cannot be true
Now I'm through with caring
Damage in the middle leaves you damaged in the end
Stuck me like the needle underneath my weary skin
Try to keep the focus while the locusts suck you in
Free me from this place that I will never face again
This message is for 'D Double E' or
Whatever the fuck you're calling yourself these days
What are you out with some rock slut?
Well, I'm sure she's in for a big let down
Because your ego's a lot bigger than your dick!
And I just wanted to let YOU know that I have a new boyfriend
And I know what REAL sex is now (Ha, Ha)
Move on, pal 'cause I know I have
You can just keep doing your stupid band shit
And writing your stupid, dumb-ass songs and...
I'm not drunk, I know what I'm saying so, whatever
Whatever
Later
Feel it hanging over me every time I try to breathe
Coming from you don't know who to believe
Hyped up double talk from the sidewalk sloth
That are gonna be lined in chalk
Like a body of water, the truth spilled down
Now all your walls surround
Too bad you still can't stay true
Now I'm all through with caring too, 'cause
All this time I thought I knew exactly who I was
Once again I see my friend is not one I can trust
Blame myself for falling now I'm crawling to be whole
Everything you did was just a bid to play a role
That's called a front
I lived a lie
No matter how I tried
Front - That's why it's called synthetic
Front - That's why it's called synthetic
Front - That's why it's called synthetic
Hi, it's me
Give me a page when you get in, okay?
Bye
Hype it up!
I'll put the guess to rest & get it off my chest
I can't take no more of this duress
Hyped up double talk from the sidewalk sloth
That deserve to be lined in chalk
Just like a body of water that will soon fall down
Truth spills and walls surround
Strap your facts to the back of the calf
That they killed for your veal
'Cause I'm pushin' the real
All this time I thought I knew exactly who I was
Once again I see my friend is not one I can trust
Blame myself for falling now I'm crawling to be whole
Everything you did was just a bid to play a role
That's called a front
That's called a front
Beggars and the hangers on
See them now before they're gone
Feeding from you like you're bread in the pond
Fake as the nails on your fingers
Are the clingers you call friends
Like a cameo I got played for my soul
And the role was a cold lump of coal
Too bad you cannot be true
Now I'm through with caring
Damage in the middle leaves you damaged in the end
Stuck me like the needle underneath my weary skin
Try to keep the focus while the locusts suck you in
Free me from this place that I will never face again
This message is for 'D Double E' or
Whatever the fuck you're calling yourself these days
What are you out with some rock slut?
Well, I'm sure she's in for a big let down
Because your ego's a lot bigger than your dick!
And I just wanted to let YOU know that I have a new boyfriend
And I know what REAL sex is now (Ha, Ha)
Move on, pal 'cause I know I have
You can just keep doing your stupid band shit
And writing your stupid, dumb-ass songs and...
I'm not drunk, I know what I'm saying so, whatever
Whatever
Later
Feel it hanging over me every time I try to breathe
Coming from you don't know who to believe
Hyped up double talk from the sidewalk sloth
That are gonna be lined in chalk
Like a body of water, the truth spilled down
Now all your walls surround
Too bad you still can't stay true
Now I'm all through with caring too, 'cause
All this time I thought I knew exactly who I was
Once again I see my friend is not one I can trust
Blame myself for falling now I'm crawling to be whole
Everything you did was just a bid to play a role
That's called a front
I lived a lie
No matter how I tried
Front - That's why it's called synthetic
Front - That's why it's called synthetic
Front - That's why it's called synthetic
Hi, it's me
Give me a page when you get in, okay?
Bye
Credits
Writer(s): D2e, Skunk
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