[Intro: Alexa Lusader]
Yeah, oh
[Chorus: Ollie & Alexa Lusader]
They try to sell you on their lies
Only care 'bout the profit and spreading their gossip
Nobody cares 'bout wrong or right
As long as they fill their pockets, don't matter how they got it
[Verse 1: Ollie]
Yeah, they try to make you feel worthless
And front-page they got a picture that's perfect
Kylie Jenner got an ass that every girl should go worship
They Snapchat their whole life while we sittin' here workin'
I think it's crazy, the point is what I'm missin'
And all these famous rappers only rappin' 'bout fiction
They talking money, girls, or cars, or 'bout the drink that they sippin'
And lack emotion—that's exactly why the rest of us are feeling so distant
I hope you comprehendin', and take a look at the message you sendin'
Quit your fake rap beef to get yourself trendin'
Flashin' chains, more fame—live a life of pretendin'
I speak the truth and give a fuck who I may be offendin'
This real music, took a passion and used it
Created a movement, the industries behind it so clueless
They pushing songs with no meaning, start to make me feel stupid
Like, maybe I would blow up too if all my lyrics were useless
But that's the difference, my lyrics are my purpose
Telling truth to their lies and, damn, I'm praying that this shit is all worth it
I'll never be perfect, I stand for all the people who hurtin'
I know our time is coming, slowly all the tables are turnin'
Yeah, oh
[Chorus: Ollie & Alexa Lusader]
They try to sell you on their lies
Only care 'bout the profit and spreading their gossip
Nobody cares 'bout wrong or right
As long as they fill their pockets, don't matter how they got it
[Verse 1: Ollie]
Yeah, they try to make you feel worthless
And front-page they got a picture that's perfect
Kylie Jenner got an ass that every girl should go worship
They Snapchat their whole life while we sittin' here workin'
I think it's crazy, the point is what I'm missin'
And all these famous rappers only rappin' 'bout fiction
They talking money, girls, or cars, or 'bout the drink that they sippin'
And lack emotion—that's exactly why the rest of us are feeling so distant
I hope you comprehendin', and take a look at the message you sendin'
Quit your fake rap beef to get yourself trendin'
Flashin' chains, more fame—live a life of pretendin'
I speak the truth and give a fuck who I may be offendin'
This real music, took a passion and used it
Created a movement, the industries behind it so clueless
They pushing songs with no meaning, start to make me feel stupid
Like, maybe I would blow up too if all my lyrics were useless
But that's the difference, my lyrics are my purpose
Telling truth to their lies and, damn, I'm praying that this shit is all worth it
I'll never be perfect, I stand for all the people who hurtin'
I know our time is coming, slowly all the tables are turnin'
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