Lieu, twikipedia - fake it lyrics
[Lieu, twikipedia - fake it lyrics]
(lol who needs a fucking tag) uh uhhhhh
Uh uhhhhhhh
That's a fucking wordplay carry conversation
And you straight up hate me
Need some validation what was your intention
What I thought was joking feel I'ma die
Walk outside and I hated every second
Bash his head in
I don't like your friends, yeah, I said it
Feel like rab with that Glock
Feel like Chach with that weapon
I just wanna be your friend, what happened?
(Come on, man)
Bad at this thing, I was overreacting
Don't get how bad of suffering this is
I was fucking around
It doesn't matter if it is
If you're never gonna help me, okay
And you make me feel stupid
I don't wanna play your games
I had a hard time adjusting to fame
I'm not even famous
Fake it 'til you make it
I still haven't made it
Hand on my arm I hate it
All of your feelings outdated
I'm not even affected
D-delta let's go
If I want it then I got it, okay
Get the fuck out of my way
I forget about the times I made it
If it's up to me, you won't be famous
Moving in silence
Talkin that shit we shoot at his eyelids
No more conversation
And you straight up hate me
Need some validation what was your intention
What I thought was joking feel I'ma die
Walk outside and I hated every second
Bash his head in
I don't like your friends, yeah, I said it
Feel like rab with that Glock
Feel like Chach with that weapon
I just wanna be your friend, what happened?
Bad at this thing, I was overreacting
Uh uhhhhh uh uhhhhhhh
Uh uhhhhh uh uhhhhhhh
Uh uhhhhhhh
That's a fucking wordplay carry conversation
And you straight up hate me
Need some validation what was your intention
What I thought was joking feel I'ma die
Walk outside and I hated every second
Bash his head in
I don't like your friends, yeah, I said it
Feel like rab with that Glock
Feel like Chach with that weapon
I just wanna be your friend, what happened?
(Come on, man)
Bad at this thing, I was overreacting
Don't get how bad of suffering this is
I was fucking around
It doesn't matter if it is
If you're never gonna help me, okay
And you make me feel stupid
I don't wanna play your games
I had a hard time adjusting to fame
I'm not even famous
Fake it 'til you make it
I still haven't made it
Hand on my arm I hate it
All of your feelings outdated
I'm not even affected
D-delta let's go
If I want it then I got it, okay
Get the fuck out of my way
I forget about the times I made it
If it's up to me, you won't be famous
Moving in silence
Talkin that shit we shoot at his eyelids
No more conversation
And you straight up hate me
Need some validation what was your intention
What I thought was joking feel I'ma die
Walk outside and I hated every second
Bash his head in
I don't like your friends, yeah, I said it
Feel like rab with that Glock
Feel like Chach with that weapon
I just wanna be your friend, what happened?
Bad at this thing, I was overreacting
Uh uhhhhh uh uhhhhhhh
Uh uhhhhh uh uhhhhhhh