Fake Names

Playing all these bars
Counting all these stars
People are just stairs
And someone's got to fall

The need to create
Always takes second place
Stunt your own growth
Endlessly shill and debase

Endless simply, endless playing, begging to be seen
Desperate longing for mentions in a local magazine
This fucking music bullshit's never for the lame and meek
Cause everything's a business and I'm putting in my two weeks

Putting on fake names
Cause you have to play the game
For a taste of validation
You can't give yourself without fame

But it's funny how I bleat
Words coming from a deadbeat
Who saw fit to name his own project
After a fucking street

You wanted to be known
Well fucker, now you are
It's 2am and you still can't go home



Credits
Writer(s): Eliot Cain
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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