Fake $ell$ These Days.

Lyrics
[Intro] I'm tired of it Bruv These social media games And people changing up Genuine relationships so hard to find I know your journey may have been rough I'm tired of all the fake So lets do real We really do this so Sit back and enjoy the ride You're not alone I feel your pain We're gunna take you for a journey on this one [Chorus] Pain eternal Internal pain suffered Who's tired? Who's tired? Who's tired of screaming I need some help? Who's tired? Who's tired of feeling that no-one cares? That no-one understands the pain of it Tell me, what's the aim of this? I need some help Pain internal Eternal pain suffered [Verse] I need some help Listen bruv Let's just talk for a while Hear me out These last few days rolling by meant nothing How do I escape? I feel like nothing They stuck in a game they bluffing I'm bluffing too My smiles could never truly hide my pain Tell me, what's your aim? Coz you spent time on drunken days And drunken nights And still can't escape the pain of this Trust that all these games they burn us all But the fire never punishing enough for you To change your ways What's the aim of this love? The game they love to hate The game that no-one ever finishes unscathed I refuse to be a player I take control Put my controller down It's over Maybe tonight we could be sober And heal from all the scars that keep on peeling Coz for a while I forgot my heart could feel Or maybe its just me And no-one understands the pain of it Don't hate the player Hate the game they say Are they not one and the same? This game will send me to heaven Cuh I can't take this no more It don't play favorites this sport And no-one seems to understand the aim of it I know for one I'm tired of feeling like no-one cares Like Why I gotta act cool when I know I'm cool my trueself? They shelf their feelings on a wall of pretense To me it makes no sense how they walk in fake Rather than walk in faith That I won't be as stupid as the one before clearly was I find it stupid that you choose to add to a stupid pile Of ignorant people When your first steps towards building something new and special Is to walk in denial of the fact you even care in the first place You move like vulnerability has been plagiarised (Why we play these games, games?) And you can't take its form so you become a new shape Throw shade Two-faced to yourself Deny you care Contribute to the pain of it It's like no-one understands the aim of this It's love True love What's this generation? Caught up in a social media craze Bunch of social media fakes Fake sells these days Fate wanted more for you and I For us to prosper Prosperity to multiply It's like no-one understands the aim of this I'm tired I'm tired of this generation Like No-one understands the pain of this fakeness Who you fooling? When does it end? What's the value of authenticity? Genunity? Can we try it? [Bridge] It's like no-one understands the aim of this Tell me what's the aim of this I need some help How aren't you tired of living two lives? Coz i'm tired of dealing with it You and who you pretend to be Find yourself We're born for greatness on this side I refuse to live a lesser life I'm tired I'm tired [Pre-Chorus] I don't know how long I can take this for It's like no-one understands the aim of this I'm tired [Chorus] Who's tired of screaming I need some help? Who's tired? And who's tired of feeling that no-one cares? Who's tired? That no-one understands the pain of it Can someone tell me, what's the aim of this? Like what you even aiming for? (2021 the rise of the lyricist) Keep grinding Pain eternal Eternal pain suffered (We spend so much time playing these stupid stupid games) And no-one I'm tired And no-one understands the pain of it [Outro] Can somebody Tell me what's the aim of this? I don't know Had love now I need some help I need some help I had some love And no-one understands the pain of it They're all on some stupid games I guess all I got is myself And no-one understands the pain of it Eternal pain suffered
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- Emeka