[Intro]
So another year, another drama (Fuck you!)
She reportedly collapsed at a Hollywood nightclub
She looked like she was on something
Involuntary
Intoxicated
[Chorus]
In the land of make believe, you are all mine
In the land of make believe, I’m doin' fine
In the land of make believe, you are all mine
In the land of make believe, I’m doin' fine
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Turn the television off, cousin, that ain’t nothing for a girl to see
I got a niece and best believe she mean the world to me
And she don’t need to see the shit they think a girl should be
Ninety-pound skinny bitches, that ain’t even girl to me
Essentially, that shit designed to take a hold of you
Telling lies till your vision take control of you
They finding different ways to take your fucking soul from you
A show about a model make your self-esteem low for you
Everything is fake, trust me, no one that lovely
I met a lot of famous people and they fat and ugly
I ain’t any better, I just think the fact is funny
That they’ll take a little girl and pimp her for the cash and money
And what's gonna become of them in like fifty years
When Hannah Montana turnin' into Britney Spears?
They chew you up and spit you out 'cause no one really cares
And ain't nobody gonna hold you when you really scared
Where the parents at, cousin? This is really bad
Is this the motherfucking manager or really Dad?
Is he concerned about his daughter or a silly pad?
This ain't gon' change nothing, I just think it's really sad
So another year, another drama (Fuck you!)
She reportedly collapsed at a Hollywood nightclub
She looked like she was on something
Involuntary
Intoxicated
[Chorus]
In the land of make believe, you are all mine
In the land of make believe, I’m doin' fine
In the land of make believe, you are all mine
In the land of make believe, I’m doin' fine
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Turn the television off, cousin, that ain’t nothing for a girl to see
I got a niece and best believe she mean the world to me
And she don’t need to see the shit they think a girl should be
Ninety-pound skinny bitches, that ain’t even girl to me
Essentially, that shit designed to take a hold of you
Telling lies till your vision take control of you
They finding different ways to take your fucking soul from you
A show about a model make your self-esteem low for you
Everything is fake, trust me, no one that lovely
I met a lot of famous people and they fat and ugly
I ain’t any better, I just think the fact is funny
That they’ll take a little girl and pimp her for the cash and money
And what's gonna become of them in like fifty years
When Hannah Montana turnin' into Britney Spears?
They chew you up and spit you out 'cause no one really cares
And ain't nobody gonna hold you when you really scared
Where the parents at, cousin? This is really bad
Is this the motherfucking manager or really Dad?
Is he concerned about his daughter or a silly pad?
This ain't gon' change nothing, I just think it's really sad
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