Fake It

Take it slow
Oh, I know
Take it slow
Fake it, oh
Fake it, oh
Fake it all
I get high as hell
I get mad as hell
I get overwhelmed
I get overwhelmed

I get high as hell
I get mad as hell
I get overwhelmed
I get overwhelmed

I keep faking my soul
I keep faking it, oh
I keep faking my soul
I keep faking it, oh

They say fake it till you make it
I could never tell
Imma leave
If I'm going anywhere
Then its straight to hell
You think you're not coming with me
Then imma cast a spell
I can't wait to blow my brain
Right out of it's shell
I keep faking my mind
I'm losing control
I hurt, I kill, and I have stole
Couldn't take it anymore
So I made a deal with my soul
Wasn't worth a penny
Why does he keep asking for more

We get high as hell
It doesn't ring a bell
My potential wasted
My mind is so vacant

I'm faking my mind and my soul
I'm faking my mind and my soul
My potential has just been wasted
My mind is oh, so vacant

We get high as hell
It doesn't ring a bell
My potential wasted
My mind is so vacant



Credits
Writer(s): Dante Caiazzo
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