Sometimes, it's hard to be a rapper
Other rappers putting you down
Well, I don't even know who loves me now
Sometimes, it sucks to be a famous dude
Everybody thinks they know your life
But nobody sees the hurt inside
Well you could only try to be the best that you can be
And we all want to be someone
But you can't be me
So be yourself, yeah be yourself
Be your motherfuckin' self
Don't listen to nobody else
All fake everything
All fake everything
All fake everything
All fake everything
All fake everything
All fake everything
All fake everything
All fake everything
Well I can't be a playa 'cause I don't play games
My tell-tall tales cannot really be blamed
I'd be pretty fuckin' boring if I didn't blow it out
So fuck the proportions, turn up distortions
This rap shit is boring, I'm trying my best
Through wooden horse shit to get this shit off the chest
Sure I had complexes but it vexed the school
Now the cool kids are nerds and the nerds got the cool
When I was young, I was ugly and I got shit done
Now I have the plastic surgery, I don't give a fuck
My teeth got straight, my eyes got fixed
Now I'm done, well-adjusted and I'm bored with the chicks
My rap suck dicks, I'm spitting second hand semen
I'm decent, I got no reason to wrestle demons
What I really want, is to be maladjusted again
So when rap shit, I really fucking mean what I say
Well how could you possibly tell if I ever said what I meant?
Or if I just said what I thought was meant to be said?
Or if I just thought what I said was ought to be meant
To be taken with a grain 'cause I'm so ordinary man
You'd be bored of me now, and you've got that itch to be scammed
By any hyperbolic hero spilling shit on demand
This is my mise-en-scène, and my faux pasqua
This is my bullshit
Welcome to the grand facade
Do you like my, do you like my, do you like my grand facade?
All fake everything, all fake everything
Do you like my, do you like my grand facade?
All fake everything, all fake everything
Do you like my, do you like my grand facade?
All fake everything, all fake everything
Do you like my, do you like my grand facade?
All fake everything, all fake everything
So tell me do you like my video bitches and my video friends?
Got some some video bitches back at my video bends
My optic bioptic throught the video lens
I could be living life large but that really depends
Am I a sweatshop knock-off, that is the question
Am I a really me or just an artist's impression?
The result of compulsive negentropic obsession
Believe the belief and you will live forever
Like whatever
I'm as cold as CLU
Checkin' my iPhone while I'm fucking with you
World's my oyster, got some shucking to do
Eat gold until we've way too much shopping to do
So, I don my tracksuit, put on my chain
And I go to fucking work 'cause I gotta maintain
The image of a young yella asian scum
The trackies look flat 'cause I got no bum
The swagger looks slack 'cause my spine it needs a raise
Successive computer use has compacted my vertabrea
That's okay, I don't need my back no more
Pit my swivel chair, watch me spin them rims on tour
Dropping in them polls in my office clothes
Ass over nose, yo that's how I roll
Check my mise-en-scène, and my faux patua
You like my bullshit?
It's the grand facade
Do you like my, do you like my, do you like my grand facade?
All fake everything, all fake everything
Do you like my, do you like my grand facade?
All fake everything, all fake everything
Do you like my, do you like my grand facade?
All fake everything, all fake everything
Do you like my, do you like my grand facade?
All fake everything, all fake everything
All fake everything
All fake everything
All fake everything
All fake everything
All fake everything
All fake everything
All fake everything
All fake everything