(F*ck, baby)
Hit the floor, sell the ground
Then we pretend
Fill the years, ten in sorrow
Then it all ends, I lost this gun friend
Right in the shade
I miss my old self, but it's for the fame
Fake love fake, fake, fake, fake
Fake love fake, fake, fake, fake
(Maybe)
Fuck the money, fuck the money
Fuck the money it won't save us
Fuck the money, fuck the money
Fuck the money it won't save us
Fuck the money, fuck the money
Fuck the money it won't save us
Fuck the money, fuck the money
Fuck the money it won't save us
I feel the low tide getting closer right in my head
Empty years just tomorrow before it all ends
I found this gun friend and it's for your head
Maybe I know I can finally rest
Fake love fake, fake, fake, fake
Fake love fake, fake, fake, fake
Fuck the money, fuck the money
Fuck the money it won't save us
Fuck the money, fuck the money
Fuck the money it won't save us
Fuck the money, fuck the money
Fuck the money it won't save us
Fuck the money, fuck the money
Fuck the money it won't save us
