FAKE FLOWERS Lyrics

Boss them out

Bleed it up

Going to protect my soul

After all got nothing else up in my day to do

Sit back in my room working all night on my own rules

Just to realize there's no difference between me and the moon

Up and down

With my thoughts

Just tryna mute the show

Guidance needed but seems everyone turned off their phone

Roses dying, gardener been pouring venom on

Lot to say, but no one near to hear it, I'm all alone

God damn tired of all these fools

That's not even your song you're talking bullshit

Shitty dancing on concerts like all boy bands

Instagram paying attention like they're all brain washed

Getting paper like out of nowhere and still alive

Hard to breath, candy flipping its called sweet life

Always got the conversation when they feeling evil

Way too honest in comments I write my own edition

Cooking records in my room, on my phone, I got vision

Don't need to pay all these producers for my product, listen

Industry going to try to keep you out off the road

I'll stay independent until my dues make me sell my soul

Shawty taking pictures like a magazine model

She just wants to be famous she just wanna sing covers

Wanting all the attention but they just can't stay quiet

I'm talking

When they can't say something really important

Poetry is my vision, can't deny I fuck with romance

Exhausted

Of these influencers and their bluffing

Had to mute all stories made my own one and I'm saucing

I'm saucing

While these bitches keep talking about me

When they here my songs they go mad but I'm here just laughing

I'm flying

Way too far from you right now

Don't expect me to be back till I go live