CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Fake Champagne

[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
f*ck 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 f*ck your word of mouth, just mouth the words
Got champagne for my real friends and real fake pain sham for my real
Ah f*ck 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