Ian Kelly Fake World
Fake World You see this man
With the cross on his arm and his eyes full of pain
With a can in a bag and a cat in the rain
With the crack as a tag and the shame in his veins
You see this guy
With a fifty G ride and a nice matching' tie
With a sexy mistress and a great alibi
With his confident look it doesn't seem like he cries
We've been lying to ourselves and it's a crying shame
When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games
See this girl
She does her twirl, she looks like a pearl
She spends her money on her nice curls
And her fake tan and tits in her fake world
We've been lying to ourselves and it's a crying shame
When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games
I feel tired
It's a fake world
Now you see me I think that I am good and free
What you don't know I think I see
I've circled down your reality
(But what do I know)
We've been lying to ourselves and it's a crying shame
When we're alone there is no one else why do we still play games
