Fake - Lefta, Sweetheart

Tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

I’m staring at a baby

Who can’t drive his own car

Now tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

I’m watching a drunk

Passing out at the bar

Now tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

I’m looking at a player

Whose not up to par

Now tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

I’m high and I’m flying

But you’re not going far

(Loser)

Fake, Your a Fake

Fake, Your a Fake

(Loser)

Fake, Your a Fake

Fake, Your a Fake

(Loser)

Fake, Your a Fake

Fake, Your a Fake

(Loser)

Fake, Your a Fake

Fake, Your a Fake

Tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

I’m staring at a baby

Who can’t drive his own car

Now tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

I’m watching a drunk

Passing out at the bar

Now tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

I’m looking at a player

Whose not up to par

Now tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

I’m high and I’m flying

But you’re not going far

Can’t drive his own ride

I got nothing to hide

On a leash

I’m a beast

When I’ve released what’s inside

It’s more than a B or an A

We ain’t tied

I’m a winner in every way

I’m obliged

Party people where you at

Sorting hat picking sides

Where I’m at, you’re in line

Don’t ask me why

(Loser)

Fake, Your a Fake

Fake, Your a Fake

(Loser)

Fake, Your a Fake

Fake, Your a Fake

(Loser)

Fake, Your a Fake

Fake, Your a Fake

(Loser)

Fake, Your a Fake

Fake, Your a Fake

Now tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

I’m staring at a baby

Who can’t drive his own car

Now tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

I’m watching a drunk

Passing out at the bar

Now tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

I’m looking at a player

Whose not up to par

Now tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

I’m high and I’m flying

But you’re not going far

You’re drunker than a skunk

Passed out with a thunk

Put you in my trunk

Major fit, there’s no junk

Are you a player or a punk

On every layer you stunk

You stink like the dunk

You ain’t a hunk

You ego could dunk

Your attitude suck

I’m not sharing my bunk

There’s no room for your funk

(Loser)

Fake, Your a Fake

Fake, Your a Fake

(Loser)

Fake, Your a Fake

Fake, Your a Fake

(Loser)

Fake, Your a Fake

Fake, Your a Fake

(Loser)

Fake, Your a Fake

Fake, Your a Fake

Now tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

I’m staring at a baby

Who can’t drive his own car

Now tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

I’m watching a drunk

Passing out at the bar

Now tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

I’m looking at a player

Whose not up to par

Now tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

I’m high and I’m flying

But you’re not going far

Now tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are

Now tell me what you looking at

Who do you think you are