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fake prophet

 

fake prophet

(album: TV - 2021)


The only reason I want fame
Is because I am jealous
My baby girl has had a past
With a bunch of very famous fellas

Have you ever hated someone
On a billboard in the city?
I could only focus on them
Whenever she was walking with me
When she was with me

I wanna be the one that's signing signatures
Why cover these knees, that crutch when I'm with her
I wanna be doing interviews about myself
I figured out a long time ago that I need help

But I know that she don't
Care about this type o' shit, oh, but I do
And I know that she don't
Think too much attention's ever good for you

I will stand still
Even though I think she's gonna run away
And I will fulfill
This fake prophecy, I don't see any other way

My relationship's on the toxic side, if you can tell
(I'll bet you can)
The last two months of my life's been a little piece of hell
(I'm a burning man)

I don't think I'll ever tell myself that I might be enough
(I might not be enough)
My girl tells me that I'm the one, but those three words I'll never trust
Oh, I'll never trust

I wanna be on an L.C.D. in N.Y.C.
I wonder if my dreams are really what they seem
'Cause every step I take towards the public eye
I see a little piece of my little day we die

And I know that she don't
Care about this type o' shit, oh, but I do
And I know that she don't
Think too much attention's ever good for you

I will stand still
Even though I think she's gonna run away
And I will fulfill
This fake prophecy, I don't see any other way

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