letra de false identity - shiey
[chorus]
every f-cking day i wake up (i wake up)
i don’t wanna do sh-t
i don’t wanna go outside
put on my makeup (my makeup)
but every f-cking day i wake up
the same old songs, same old sh-t (same old sh-t)
so i just fake it (and again, and again)
[post-chorus]
then i’m calling to myself (to myself)
in a room with someone else
’cause i don’t think when i get my tell
’cause i don’t live when i get my cell
i’m in myself, wanna pick it buck (pick it buck)
some days, and if my rhymes still ways
against the time i [?] and f-cking around
[verse 1]
when around a corner (when around a corner)
i would’a found a [?] again
to sit and spend the time i makе fly by
with my f-cking hands so put your f-cking head
close to phones, this is part of a big stеpping stone
this is part of admitting what the f-ck you did was wrong
to just know, start the f-cking show with slow performance
’cause from my point i was the audience
[?] [?] [?] sitting and plotting
what you gon’ do with nothing now then (nothing now then)
but something weird even if it fuel the news
makes the fume [?] fool
stupid and cool
but the truth is that i’m cool
blessing this sh-t (blessing this sh-t)
ironic, you get what i meant
any f-cking life you to give to the [?] of a manage
best is just if you get in a motherf-cking [?]
rising sunrise it’s if you give some different in emotion advice
the presses in has to be around the men, cause that’s what they expect
get it?
get up off of your ass and f-cking get it
let me sign out with it (nah, f-ck it)
[chorus]
the same old songs, same old sh-t (same old sh-t)
so i just fake it (and again, and again)
[verse 2]
’cause from the day when i wake up
all of it was negative, never any fun
ruled, i used to be when i was just starting out rapping out loud
optimisticness and then sike, i like the feeling i miss it
trying to please the faces, dismissed it (yeah)
gotta get a paycheck, gotta get a buck
gotta get some sort of acknowledgement for my stuff
otherwise wouldn’t be enough to keep my, my motivation up
this standing speak like i man, i weep, that was the plan
but now it’s a preachment of consistenceness mixed in it
it’s mixing, nothing ever simplistic
when i see a problem i don’t f-cking knew
it’s easier to think it’s not real
but it’s standing, can’t you solve it
don’t you understand that the man’s involving
are more acquiring youngest quick
chances of a chance is unfixed
in your fib so maybe it’s, time to make another [?] idea
but d-mn, i f-cked up
didn’t put enough time in the
solve but it’s all your fault
f-cking all the idiots that know what they want
my each try, attempt to please ’em
only in it, forgettable me is
now i know what i should be to be liked
but actually am i?
[outro]
who the f-ck am i?
man that’s some weak sh-t
that’s what i gotta be f-cking sure (haha)
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