Lyrics
How would that make you feel?
Bottle up, hey, let it off the chain
Let loose with these fucking losers
Who do you think you are?
You beg and you ain't no choosers
A soldier with no heart
You're fake, fake, fake
Rippin' your face, face, face
You bitches fake, fake, fake
Come catch this fake, fake, fake, ugh
Face off like a mask call me Travis
Not Scott, but the Jim Fugitte
Clyde Whitham type magic
He lay magic, he learns hybrid already
Call me an addict, real hard from the rush
Blood on my face, I'm a slut (I'm a slut)
Is it real you all over my floor, you gosh?
You call me an addict, I'm young and so bold
It's fake, fake, fake
Rippin' your face, face, face
You bitches fake, fake, fake
Come catch this fake, fake, fake
You think what they show us on shows is a real thing?
You only see what they want you to see
It's all a facade to lure you in
Oh my god, they're so cool
It's, fake, fake, fake
Rippin' your face, face, face
You bitches fake, fake, fake
Come catch this fake, fake, fake, ugh