This is a funeral nobody showed to
I read the eulogy, but I don't know you
This is a death rattle, I see the black skies
I heard you died in battle, I think I know why
They think you're beautiful, I think they're dead wrong
I see internally your energy's a time bomb
The thing I hate most about myself is
All you ever dreamed about and all you could've wanted
All you really ever do is talk, talk, talk
But I can't fucking listen to the words that you're saying like
I, gotta call you out 'cause I'm sick of all your
Lies, save the song and dance for your weak disciples but
Hey, you can say what you wanna, make sure that shit fits your persona
Hey, a dead prima donna
Fake it till you make your persona
You keep it suspect, you're always suspect
I deal in respect, but you're a weakness
I dug the trench out, I fought the good fight
But you would never know, you're not about that life
It's inexcusable, how did we get here?
Your popularity is scaring me, it's so clear
The thing I hate most about myself is
All you ever dream about and all you could've wanted
All you really ever do is talk, talk, talk
But I can't fucking listen to the words that you're saying like
I, gotta call you out 'cause I'm sick of all your
Lies, save the song and dance for your weak disciples but
Hey, you can say what you wanna, make sure that shit fits your persona
Hey, a dead prima donna
Fake it till you make your persona
Stop making stupid people famous
Stop making stupid people famous
Stop making stupid people famous
Motherfucker
Yeah, yeah
Give it to 'em
All you really ever do is talk, talk, talk
But I can't fucking listen to the words that you're saying like
I, gotta call you out 'cause I'm sick of all your
Lies, save the song and dance for your weak disciples but
Hey, you can say what you wanna, make sure that shit fits your persona
Hey, a dead prima donna
Fake it till you make your persona
