Fake

I don't want to see your pretty face 'Cause everything you do is fucking fake And you been treating me Like a dog treats bone yeah I been online But I won't pick up the phone Yeah I got my own code I can wear my own clothes Don't need to borrow anything from you Sure my things aren't new I prefer to wear my hand me downs Than take anything from you Get weird looks around town yeah I might not be packin' Might be old fashion I might lack your kind of passion For cash in From young I learned how to ration I don't want to see your pretty face 'Cause everything you do is fucking fake yeah No I don't wanna see your pretty face 'Cause everything you do is fucking fake And you been treating me Like a dog treats bone It's such a shame You never looked at me the same When I told you mickey d's Was the only place for me Golden fries and maccabees It's all I wanna talk about Don't need know whos in or out Never fit in for the clout For the clout yeah you shout Make a fool of yourself Now it's in the cloud Told you this shit don't work for you Tried to drag me in and I couldn't see the end Had to dig my feet in This is the last time I let you win I might not be packin' Might be old fashion I might lack your kind of passion For cash in From young I learned how to ration I don't want to see your pretty face 'Cause everything you do is fucking fake No I don't want to see your pretty face 'Cause everything you do is fucking fake I don't wanna see your pretty face Cause everything you do is fucking fake And you been treating me Like a dog treats bone