Deepfake

The sky looks like a ceiling more and more every day

I grab myself a bottle every night on replay

If nothing's feeling real, then maybe I'm a deepfake

Is this really my face? How would I know anyway?

Gimme a table to turn

I read a fable to burn papers and raise the concern

Laying the landscape painting, I state the affirmed

Fact of the matter, I need a favor and payment returned

Stopped playing games when I was eleven, I hated the germs

All the headassery, all the jealousy maybe occurred

When I was torching up my bedroom with the papers and journals

Hoping I could make a case for the sole sake of the cure

How could I escape the existential boredom stretching the void?

The mirror tells me that I'm lifeless, that I can't be enjoyed

And I got very little problems, hitting books and employed

But I've been stuck inside a loop of feeling like I'm a toy

Like I'm a chess piece moving at someone else's discretion

Maybe my bad habits are putting my high in question

But I'm looking outside and still waving at the drones

Laughing at the fact Alexa hear it every time she moan

The sky looks like a ceiling more and more every day

I grab myself a bottle every night on replay

If nothing's feeling real, then maybe I'm a deepfake

Is this really my face? How would I know anyway?

My Twitter drafts could start a world war

Kinda shit that could put me on a world tour

We not Faneto 'til we breaking all the floorboards

Dressing in Dior, leaking Salma Hayek's divorce porn

Could you tell I've seen Inception like a hundred times?

Flipping Legos, tryna figure out if my dream is live

Streaming now to the masses on demand

Available for rent or purchase if your wallet is a grant

I throw my voice out in the universe expecting a check

Works better when I forget the respect and aim for they necks

Ethics are dead and gone and money talks, it speaks for the suits

I take an upper just to make sure if I fall, I stay cool

I lack millennial tendencies