Mike Posner - This Is My Poker Face --- :) (8-5-2016) lyrics
[Mike Posner - This Is My Poker Face --- : 8-5-2016 lyrics]
Are you entertained?
Are we everything you hoped for? Good
Screams and smiles ain't really what
We go for no more results in being in a cold
War with my own ego
I'm floating on an ocean of solipsism
No shore i gotta text from my ex
It said, "An artist, by definition
Can never belong"
The bird does not sing because
It has an answer
It sings because it has a song
Maybe my songs are songs
And my microphone is pointing God's finger
Maybe I'm a prophet wearing the
Mask of a pop singer maybe I'm a sociopath
Hoping the mainstream media picks me next
Maybe I'm a fake
I'm just here for the money and the free sex
Maybe I'm just tryna get my
Tour bus moving as fast
As the Earth spins, but
In the opposite direction
So I finally feel like
I'm standing still then
Maybe I'm on the brink of enlightenment
I'm David reincarnated
Maybe I just can't figure out how to separate
My love from my hate
Maybe my bar is too high
Thus my heart is still on the shelf
Maybe I'm just scared of putting time
And commitment into anything but myself
Maybe beauty is more easily seen
By the untrained eye
Maybe it's impossible to be a
Voice of a generation
And somebody's boyfriend at the same time
Maybe I'm headed for a disaster
I'm inching towards hell or maybe
I'm on the tip of something magnificent
Only time will tell
Maybe having no shtick has become my shtick
Maybe I only smile on stage-
And back there I'm a dick
Maybe I never took that pill in
Ibiza- I made it up!
I know what sells, you're here
Maybe Mike Posner's a fake name
I'm really somebody else
Maybe I'm Illuminati
A mathematician, an engineer
Or maybe I really am Mike Posner!
One-sixth of the dopest fuckin'
Band you'll ever hear!
Maybe I'm what it looks like
When God moves at a slower pace
I'll never tell you who I really am
Because this this, is my poker face
Are we everything you hoped for? Good
Screams and smiles ain't really what
We go for no more results in being in a cold
War with my own ego
I'm floating on an ocean of solipsism
No shore i gotta text from my ex
It said, "An artist, by definition
Can never belong"
The bird does not sing because
It has an answer
It sings because it has a song
Maybe my songs are songs
And my microphone is pointing God's finger
Maybe I'm a prophet wearing the
Mask of a pop singer maybe I'm a sociopath
Hoping the mainstream media picks me next
Maybe I'm a fake
I'm just here for the money and the free sex
Maybe I'm just tryna get my
Tour bus moving as fast
As the Earth spins, but
In the opposite direction
So I finally feel like
I'm standing still then
Maybe I'm on the brink of enlightenment
I'm David reincarnated
Maybe I just can't figure out how to separate
My love from my hate
Maybe my bar is too high
Thus my heart is still on the shelf
Maybe I'm just scared of putting time
And commitment into anything but myself
Maybe beauty is more easily seen
By the untrained eye
Maybe it's impossible to be a
Voice of a generation
And somebody's boyfriend at the same time
Maybe I'm headed for a disaster
I'm inching towards hell or maybe
I'm on the tip of something magnificent
Only time will tell
Maybe having no shtick has become my shtick
Maybe I only smile on stage-
And back there I'm a dick
Maybe I never took that pill in
Ibiza- I made it up!
I know what sells, you're here
Maybe Mike Posner's a fake name
I'm really somebody else
Maybe I'm Illuminati
A mathematician, an engineer
Or maybe I really am Mike Posner!
One-sixth of the dopest fuckin'
Band you'll ever hear!
Maybe I'm what it looks like
When God moves at a slower pace
I'll never tell you who I really am
Because this this, is my poker face