paroles de chanson Fake World - Calvary Dominique

Ring around the rosy, pocketful of poises ashes, ashes, we all fall dead
Ring around the rosy, pocketful of poises ashes, ashes we all fall dead
Ring around the rosy, pocketful of poises ashes, ashes we all fall dead
Ring around the rosy, pocketful of poises ashes, ashes we all fall dead

Been a while since Dystopia dropped
I'm sorry, did you miss me?
I've dropped a few appetizers, but the full course has been missing
And I've spent the past few years just itching to be living
But all these snakes have bit me, so instead I've just been limping
Feeling so faceless, feeling so low, where is my coolness? I do not know
But this dream is calling me, I gotta go, so sorry that I've not been on a roll
It's just that this fakeness is taking its toll, so scared of a future not in my control
Fearful of all, so I turn to static, all these nights stuck here in this attic
Feeling like plastic, lacking all magic, and I'm sorry for sounding dramatic
But music is my cannabis, and best believe I'm an addict
My passion is my dealer, and I gotta have it
But he keeps hopping away from me like he is a freaking rabbit
So instead, I'm crying here on this wooden floor, and in my head
There is this wooden door, along with some voices telling me so much more
One says, "Go out the door cause you'll kill it, my friend"
The other says, "Stay inside cause you'll kill it, my friend
And not in a good way, I mean what I'm tryna say is that you will fail
You will fall apart, you are such a phony, you're not a work of art
Stay inside my guy, curl up and die, what are you doing man, you are such a lie!"
And so I cry, I hate it, I hate it, I want to scatter
I'm sick of people telling us that we don't matter
That we're just some molecules and some matter
And they sit back and wonder why we shatter
While they feed us poison on their silver platters (oh lord)
I contribute to the toxicity, cause my heart is asleep
I've seen so much darkness that I don't make a peep
Cause when it comes to popularity
I'd rather keep my coolness and call it being deep (oh lord)
I've waited my whole life for this, but once I got it
I still felt psychotic, cause my heart was split in two
One side said, "Be cool," the other said, "Be True, and above all, my guy, be you"
But what the heck does that mean? Is that a pipe dream? My God, I might scream!

I'm just stuck in a fake world looking for the real thing
Oooh, said I'm stuck in a fake world, looking for the real thing
Oooh I'm stuck in a fake world looking for the real thing
Oooh I'm stuck in a fake world looking for a...

Pacificism, pacifism is a healthy state of mind
But all these phonies on the come up, I think y'all might be blind
I can't let 'em get away with this, I gotta let the masses know
That what they think is progress, is so regressive and boring (oh no)
Those kids you think are tens, paid for their spots on Instagram
Man, who buys likes on Instagram?
I can prove it, I'll expose 'em in an instant man!
I'ma kill em all, somebody call the cops!
That ain't even real, they are just bots!
Why you spend your whole time chasing after thots?
That stuff might be shiny now, but one day it just rots!
I want a girl that's real bro, the kind of girl that you can be trill with
I'm talking late nights pouring out your feelings ish
Not the kind of girl you just hit up on Snapchat, just so you can get some nudes back
You should calm down (haha nope)!
You should just quit (haha jokes)!
Cause I gotta call out some folks!
Bro, those ones that you think are so dope
Sold their souls just to make it in the mainstream
(That ain't even fresh, nah, that is just lamestream)
I'm not calm, nah, I am a savage
Why'd the lights go out? there must be an outage!
They say, "You're just a random kid with delusions of grandeur"
Well at least I haven't sold my soul to be a corporate dancer
That is, a puppet, a brainwashed muppet, I'm a kill these phonies without a budget
Haha, imagine that, how you live your whole life from behind a mask?
How your image is so gold, but your soul is black?
How you got dope beats but your lyrics straight wack? (oh no)
I'm a student of the game and I've been taking notes
And I'm pretty sure this whole new wave is a joke
All these phonies, so entitled, all your idols are wild
And I'm not talking in a good way, I'm talking a rat poison soufflé or Rebecca black in a toupee
"Get that thought out of my brain"
No, I won't chill, I am insane, just a savage with a pencil
Caught up in a fake world looking for the real thing
"Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang" nope
"Gucci gang, Gucci gang," give me a ro-pe
That is wack, nah, that is just a fact, that's not even an opinion, that's just terrible

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