random interlude

F*ck man Got my mind on ten frequent You're either filling a void Or trynna keep it I can't fake a feeling Y'all look passive religious I'm thinking different huh New kid in the city looking privileged huh What's the difference huh I went from castles to boxes a king To feeling I never fit in huh Y'all just seeing the TMZ the TNT Chopper gonna sing Rage I hold underneath I need more certainty Then claiming you feel that you're different huh There comes a point in that Fake it till you make it strategy Where you actually gotta make it Living lavishly yah F*ck is this city man All loaded with spray tans You got the words but you're hangman Gave your life for a fake chance yah F*ck is this city man Fentanyl falling while we all breakdance Won't flip apologies to climb a ladder you Fake friends I'm sick of all of these Halloween Hollywood disasters yah Let that cocaine serenade your friendships yah Let that propane find you all your answers Take a little more yah and some Might throw away your life on the random