Fakeland
Can you walk on water
Can you swim in the sky
Can you tell me that, to my face
And look me in my eyes
No disrespect
But it went in and out my ear
I'm glad you came
Now tell me why you're here
Oh, you get all the daughters
And all the highest fives
But can you tell me that, to my face
And look me in my eyes
No disrespect
But I can sense you're insecure
I'm glad you came
Now tell me are you sure
Fake man, fake miss
Fake tan, fake tits
Fake wallet, fake wrist
Fake that, fake this
Fake man, fake miss
Fake tan, fake tits
Fake wallet, fake wrist
Fake that, fake this
Fake man, fake miss
Fake tan, fake tits
Fake wallet, fake wrist
Fake that, fake this
Fake man, fake miss
Fake tan, fake tits
Fake wallet, fake wrist
Fake that, fake this
You could have been a doctor
But got in too many fights
But can you tell me with a straight face
While I roll my fucking eyes
Go give 'em hell, but I can tell
Your thoughts are too impure
Im glad you came
Now help me find the cure
You would have made the roster
But partied too many nights
But can you tell me that, to my face
And tell me you ain't high
No disrespect, you sound like me
When I was immature
I'm glad you came
Now let me help you find the door
Can you swim in the sky
Can you tell me that, to my face
And look me in my eyes
No disrespect
But it went in and out my ear
I'm glad you came
Now tell me why you're here
Oh, you get all the daughters
And all the highest fives
But can you tell me that, to my face
And look me in my eyes
No disrespect
But I can sense you're insecure
I'm glad you came
Now tell me are you sure
Fake man, fake miss
Fake tan, fake tits
Fake wallet, fake wrist
Fake that, fake this
Fake man, fake miss
Fake tan, fake tits
Fake wallet, fake wrist
Fake that, fake this
Fake man, fake miss
Fake tan, fake tits
Fake wallet, fake wrist
Fake that, fake this
Fake man, fake miss
Fake tan, fake tits
Fake wallet, fake wrist
Fake that, fake this
You could have been a doctor
But got in too many fights
But can you tell me with a straight face
While I roll my fucking eyes
Go give 'em hell, but I can tell
Your thoughts are too impure
Im glad you came
Now help me find the cure
You would have made the roster
But partied too many nights
But can you tell me that, to my face
And tell me you ain't high
No disrespect, you sound like me
When I was immature
I'm glad you came
Now let me help you find the door
Credits
Writer(s): Alec Baker
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