Fake Superstar

Huh, look I'm sorry, but it's pathological the way a lot of you think & behave You man'll do anything to be liked You lot gonna do everything to be accepted That's why you wanna be famous That's why you wanna be a superstar, innit When it's not even about you Now check this, huh My mentality thrives on pain and agony (you know it) The realisation life's not a parody (no, it's not) I'm a man trying to up the stakes for my family And save Cane and Kez from the incoming catastrophe (family over everything) Please pardon my allergy to the cow dung Take it or leave it, now let me show you how it's done (let's show em) When people try to tell you who they are allow them And piss on the surface of the altar that they bow from I'd rather hang around a bunch of virtuosos Than fake superstars smashing up tings going loco These perspectives will not be given amoroso (amoroso) So take this mentorship projected through my vocals, look Lord knows I know so I can do better Don't get too cheesy and wonder why you lose cheddar My message is positive I don't confuse genders And stay negative or neutral like I'm Bruce Jenner But when it's all said and done, I know I never aligned myself with you imposters I speak English, you speak hypocrisy Now, don't get me wrong, I'm miserable too Sometimes But I refuse to yield to the expectations of your collective reasoning Alone I stand How can I rob the lord today and claim that I give them all the praise How do they do the false display, the smirk says they cant afford this taste (no way) Maybe I'm pessimistic, maybe I'm very pleased with Life in a simplistic way that's what I love and I barely missed it, never missed it Now let's talk about it all, how they'll proudly fall Due to arrogance, call the ambulance, lacking sense when cowards talk Out of your element, talking in gibberish, nobody holds you accountable 100% got the worst friends, you stutter when the accountant calls Disgusted by the pretense, picked up by my 6th sense Nothing more volatile when toxic women lay with sick men Throw away all the shit trends, let em go with your weak friends When strong men don't train for 7 days, they suffer a weak end Whatever they feeding you fools is none of my business i'm sick of your rules So many of you follow the pattern, you're afraid they'll ridicule you Look, I'm bringing the truth, follow the sages break into the loop Tell the gospel, it's honourable, let this be the reason you do Check It My goodness, I still don't get it, man I mean, I could never understand it There's nothing you can tell me It just doesn't make any sense Nobody owes you, it's not an obligation (no, they don't) How you make yourself king without the coronation You fake superstars really need to chill, man (relax, mate) Save yourself first, you're sinking with the ship, man (you're sinking) The game is crashing, Miley did it with a wrecking ball The truth is bitter, don't drink it with the methanol Look, what's your obsession with death It's doom and desperation, it smells in your breath Your operation's not compatible with the system You need an update and vamanos into freedom (vamanos) There's nobody that's beyond redemption The contention is who's who, that's barely a question Who's less deserving? Who's less of service Who thinks