Fake Champagne
    (专辑: Strange New Past - 2015)
    
    [Seth Sentry:]  Ah man, yo it's like  Fake friends, fake handshakes  Fake laughs, fake hugs, and fake champagne  Man, gimme something real I 
can tell the 
difference  Gimme something real I 
can tell the 
diff   We're just on opposite wavelength, it's you that's gotten all jaded  Still knock around with my same friends, ain't nothing ever gon' change things  I 
shouldn't have to explain shit before I 
finally makes sense  I'm off weed, I 
should change meds 'cause I'm off beat 'cause like Raed  I 
got two brains in the 
same head... bo-bo-both brain dead  My love life is a 
train wreck, still pay for the 
date with a 
rain cheque  Tryna study hard for this aids test, in grade ten I 
got straight F's  Fuck latex, I 
just lock all my family jewels in a 
vault: Safe sex  Argh, I'm so high: Roger Wilco  Stuck up in this maze, I 
got stilts though  Crushing corny rappers like a 
millstone  It's a 
kill zone, man I 
almost kinda feel for 'em  My good friends I 
keep 'em real close  But so far I 
hear you still moan  We've grown apart since we dealt dope  But we just never trusted you and still don't   [Reefa Franklin$:]  You got that fake champagne I 
never sipped on  Don't want that drank, no thanks, stop sending it my way  That fake champagne, stop spilling all your  Fake champagne  Stop spilling all that fake champagne I 
never sipped on  Because I 
hate that taste, stop sending it my way  That fake champagne, stop spilling all that  Fake champagne   [Seth Sentry:]  The 
monster I 
became is off the 
iron chain  I 
dropped your fighter planes and stomped a 
tiny conga line of tanks  Heard your gossip by the 
way like I 
got lost inside a 
game  It was tough to find a 
save now shut up while I 
clock the 
final stage  As a 
kid I 
would often hide away with a 
pen tryna to occupy the 
day  Watch friends get jobs that finally pay, I 
was like "Can you spot a 
fiver mate?"  Felt so self-conscious tryna explain how this dumb hobby of mine is maybe  Gonna become a 
job of mine one day 'cause hip-hop wasn't quite the 
same  Back then everyone'd try take the 
fruits of my labour they would squash it like a 
grape  While I 
threw up on the 
side of stage or forgot which song that I 
was playing  But man this monster I 
became has still got that homicidal rage  Still want to stomp a 
rivals face and leave nothing but an ultra violet stain (Splat)  Get it, good get it, get it, get it, good  I 
hit the 
books it's what I 
thought I 
never could  Feels like I'm living my 19 year old pipe dream, this is my scene  Doing my thing with my fire team and they watch my play like a 
live stream  Oh, he has changed, so this is what I'd heard about  Yeah, I 
have changed, no shit I'm thirty now  So fuck your word of mouth, just mouth the 
words  Got champagne for my real friends and real fake pain sham for my real  Ah fuck it   [Reefa Franklin$:]  You got that fake champagne I 
never sipped on  Don't want that drank, no thanks, stop sending it my way  That fake champagne, stop spilling all your  Fake champagne  Stop spilling all that fake champagne I 
never sipped on  Because I 
hate that taste, stop sending it my way  That fake champagne, stop spilling all that  Fake champagne  You got that fake champagne I 
never sipped on  Don't want that drank, no thanks, stop sending it my way  That fake champagne, stop spilling all your  Fake champagne  Stop spilling all that fake champagne I 
never sipped on  Because I 
hate that taste, stop sending it my way  That fake champagne, stop spilling all that  Fake champagne