Fake

I don't want to see your pretty face
'Cause everything you do is fucking fake
And you been treating me
Like a dog treats bone yeah
I been online
But I won't pick up the phone
Yeah I got my own code
I can wear my own clothes
Don't need to borrow anything from you
Sure my things aren't new
I prefer to wear my hand me downs
Than take anything from you
Get weird looks around town yeah

I might not be packin'
Might be old fashion
I might lack your kind of passion
For cash in
From young I learned how to ration

I don't want to see your pretty face
'Cause everything you do is fucking fake yeah
No
I don't wanna see your pretty face
'Cause everything you do is fucking fake
And you been treating me
Like a dog treats bone

It's such a shame
You never looked at me the same
When I told you mickey d's
Was the only place for me
Golden fries and maccabees
It's all I wanna talk about
Don't need know whos in or out
Never fit in for the clout
For the clout yeah you shout
Make a fool of yourself
Now it's in the cloud
Told you this shit don't work for you
Tried to drag me in and I couldn't see the end
Had to dig my feet in
This is the last time I let you win

I might not be packin'
Might be old fashion
I might lack your kind of passion
For cash in
From young I learned how to ration

I don't want to see your pretty face
'Cause everything you do is fucking fake
No
I don't want to see your pretty face
'Cause everything you do is fucking fake
I don't wanna see your pretty face
Cause everything you do is fucking fake
And you been treating me
Like a dog treats bone



Credits
Writer(s): Ijeoma Kanjor
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