Blood On The Dance Floor
Blood On The Dance Floor - Fake Is The New Trend lyrics
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Hey! Hey! Do you want fame! Yeah! Yeah! Just be fake! I try to tell everyone how real to be Then I end up a misfit of society Fake is the new trend; everyone's in style With a mouth full of shit behind every smile I'm the real deal, no price tag included Your bitch ass is made of glass, I see right through you Got too many problems so all you do is hate 'Cause you a B-A-S-I-C B-I-T-C-H Hollow, numb; under your skin Shallow, dumb; nothing's within Where is your beauty without your skin? Fake, fake, fake is the new trend Hey! Hey! Do you want fame! Yeah! Yeah! Just be fake! Hey! Hey! Do you want in! Fake! Fake! Is the new trend! Real sick, real tats, real blood on my face Plastic ain't classic, and silicone ain't my taste I'll replace your heart with a voltage grenade And watch your fucking brains blow out all over the place I'm as real, made of steel with a matching fist So listen up here's the deal, close your fucking lips I never thought I'd see the day that Barbie wasn't fake But it's true what they say, "Boys play with toys till them bitches break" Hollow, numb; under your skin Shallow, dumb; nothing's within Where is your beauty without your skin? Fake, fake, fake is the new trend Hey! Hey! Do you want fame! Yeah! Yeah! Just be fake! Hey! Hey! Do you want in! Fake! Fake! Is the new trend! I'd like to make a toast to my trill motherfuckers Who do it like no other, who show their real colours Not afraid of staying true, keep it you'er then you Everybody else is sick so you gotta be you FUCK THE FAKES! Hollow, numb; under your skin Shallow, dumb; nothing's within Where is your beauty without your skin? Fake, fake, fake is the new trend Hollow, numb; under your skin Shallow, dumb; nothing's within Where is your beauty without your skin? Fake, fake, fake is the new trend Hey! Hey! Do you want fame! Yeah! Yeah! Just be fake! Hey! Hey! Do you want in! Fake! Fake! Is the new trend!