Lyrics Fake As the Grass - Songer

Our generation reads thoughts not facts
That's a fact, you can think about it
Matter fact
Our generation only validates opinions if they're retweeted
If they're not, no need to think about it
Just keep your thumb moving
One in four are adverts, your brother or your dad searched
Preferring not to think about it
Now it's fucking up your brain and they know it
But you'll never see campaigns to stop
Money rules the world and they can't let the people think about it
Wanna kill me off then kill me off then
Top 10 percent of every non-misleading top 10
Talkative in lessons, tell the teachers do their job then
That's how I build a wooden box
But how am I making guap then?
Paranoia tells me I'll get killed for my material
Talk about my girl instead
She's acting like my steering wheel
I'm hopin that she hears em all
I give her spoonin and I eat her in the morning
She's my little bowl of cereal
My phone is never off silent
I grab two maggies from the off license
Drink em in complete silence
Face to face with photo frames
Even on the coldest days I'm sorry for these circumstances
People moving mad
They don't know no shame
That's my bro this ain't no media trend
See I struggle seeing pictures so I speak with the pen
And you people never stress you'll never see him again
And it's hard to stay two meters when you're grieving a friend
See my Twitter feed is feeling like a race war
All got different views we need to say em face to face more
When you move with hate, see it seems to fuel the hate more
Influencers only influence the shit they're paid for
So far from where I wanna be
But I don't want to lose the old version
Try cheer up my people to stop my soul hurting
There's something about the feeling when I'm making you laugh
But when I stand on astro I'm as fake as the grass
Don't worry that you're hurting man I'm feeling it too
That's why I'm only listening to rhythm and blues
It's like it's only them that keep on spitting the truth
So miss me with the nonsense when I'm billin a zoot
I ain't stress about the if cos it's a matter of when
I'm bout to roll a spliff because it's happened again
The planet keeps on making sure my happiness ends
I'm bout to drop a project then I'm bouncing again

If it ain't the cold side of the cover I can't sleep
When I use the dark side of my knowledge my heart's deep
I've been thinking that the world is a mess for the whole week
I just keep myself to myself and I don't speak
Ain't the cold side of the cover I can't sleep
When I use the dark side of my knowledge my heart's deep
I've been thinking that the world is a mess for the whole week
I just keep myself to myself and I don't speak