Fake World

Fake World You see this man

With the cross on his arm and his eyes full of pain

With a can in a bag and a cat in the rain

With the crack as a tag and the shame in his veins

You see this guy

With a fifty G ride and a nice matching' tie

With a sexy mistress and a great alibi

With his confident look it doesn't seem like he cries

We've been lying to ourselves and it's a crying shame

When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games

See this girl

She does her twirl, she looks like a pearl

She spends her money on her nice curls

And her fake tan and tits in her fake world

We've been lying to ourselves and it's a crying shame

When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games

I feel tired

It's a fake world

Now you see me I think that I am good and free

What you don't know I think I see

I've circled down your reality

(but what do I know)

We've been lying to ourselves and it's a crying shame

When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games