Fake News

You make me feel so blue
I know I'm not perfect but what about you
I know I do wrong but I know you do too
But I feel so worthless standing next to you
You wanna buy verses but I can't sell you
I'm talking to myself it's enough to hate you
I wanna get up but I'm coming down soon
Put me on my back, bring me down like a flu

I'm walking until my heels bleed tryna find you
They tell me I shouldn't worry but it's fake news
You're acting so cold to me but it burns too
I am not myself so don't take it personal

Something like twenty thousand, what we burn through
Prada walking backwards, two times I curse you
Prada walking backwards, two times I curse you
I am not myself so don't take it personal

Prada walking, dirty dancing
I don't know if she flirting, but she says I'm handsome
I am not myself, I'm just acting
I can feel the static, good dog, catch the rabbit

Money, I'm an addict, ghost in the attic
Trashman, I manage to trash, I say trash it
Black leather jacket, I need that, the package
They want it, my precious, it's cut like my ex's

On the stretchers, bed boy, I'm bedded
Good night, I'm resting, search the alley
Smoke rolling in, I'ma let it, fuck it
Crabs in a bucket, my fee, I'ma up it

You make me feel so blue
I know I'm not perfect but what about you
I know I do wrong but I know you do too
But I feel so worthless standing next to you
You wanna buy verses but I can't sell you
I'm talking to myself it's enough to hate you
I wanna get up but I'm coming down soon
Put me on my back, bring me down like a flu



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Reichwald, Ludwig Rosenberg, Jean Christophe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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