Fake Champagne

(album: 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