Fake 歌词

See me coming, I got itsy-bitsy teeny Moving parts, whoa They're all colliding and vibrating in a cloud of silver sparks, whoa I don't want Anybody else Faking up my style Got enough fake for myself You can come alive You can fake somebody else But I'm dumb enough to figure it out What's good for my health It's seems the emperor got a temper Got no room to deviate, whoa He's getting groovy, 'cause he loosely like To master all debate, whoa I don't want Anybody else Faking up my style Got enough fake for myself You can get onboard You can hang with something else 'Cause I'm dumb enough figuring out Could I have the benefit of the doubt 'Cause the scabs are skinning over the cuts now on my knees See them crawling out of the woodwork A danger to yourself, reacting (You're fooling no-one) your plays just common over acting I don't want Anybody else Faking up my style Got enough fake for myself You can come alive You can fake somebody else But I'm dumb enough to figure it out What's good for my health