Fake

And all your friends fake. Watching you drop a stack on another Coke and Jack. Ah-ooh, you're comatose, You're comatose. Louis bag, painted black. Buy your friends a booth in back. Ah-ooh, you're comatose, you're comatose. Everybody's waiting for something, For something. They all want what you have. But this ain't nothing, this ain't nothing. You look so bad with your Louis V and Plaid. They hate your ass 'cause you just got Paid. Rich tat, hot tats. Does it ever get you sad that your life's A wreck? And all your friends fake. Woo, na-na-na, And all your friends fake. Woo, na-na-na, Na-na-na, na-na-na. And all your friends fake. Popping pills, knock 'em back. Watch the floor turn into black. Ah-ooh, you're overdose, you're overdose. Looking for misery, take your boat out to the Sea. Ah-ooh, just let it roll, Just let it roll. Everybody's waiting for something, For something. They all want what you have. But this ain't nothing, this ain't nothing. You look so bad with your Louis V and Plaid. They hate your ass 'cause you just got Paid. Rich tat, hot tats. Does it ever get you sad that your life's A wreck? And all your friends fake. Woo, na-na-na, Na-na-na, Na-na-na. And all your friends fake. Woo, na-na-na, Na-na-na. And all your friends fake. Na-na-na-na, Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na. And all your friends fake