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Alternative Rap
fake was released on July 24, 2026 by Keychain as a part of the album PALETTE!
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Release DateJuly 24, 2026
LabelKeychain
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keychain
Keychain
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenan Draughorne
Kenan Draughorne
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
keysoffthechain
keysoffthechain
Producer

Lyrics

When I say, yeah, I know
When I say, yeah, I know
When I say, yeah, I know
My palette holds emotions
My palette holds the rain
My palette paint the sunshine
My palette holds no shame
My palette is emotion
Emotion is a vibe
My palette is the moment
The moment is right now
My palette holds emotions
My palette holds the rain
My palette paint the sunshine
My palette holds no shame
My palette is emotion
Emotion is a vibe
My palette is the moment
My homie think I'm a fake artist
Fake author, fake rhymer, fake deep
Fake rapper, fake jewels, fake me
That **** play all day, never play the keys
He a fan, frontin' like he in the league
My homie think I'm a target
Bummin' through the city, he can't get no apartment
Waste away days asleep smokin' weed and
Chasin' fake women that don't want him
My pops think I quit makin' music
He ain't heard a beat in like four hundred weeks
What's he doin'? Did he lose faith?
Another phase or maybe he finally
Grew up to a man, started chasin' security
I got a friend that showed him one new song in nineteen months
He sing every word every time he see me come
He think I'm bitch made when he see me run
Uh, tell me somethin'
My people never thought a thing I ain't
Thought to myself four hundred times
Plus four to nine
In the past two days I told me two hundred lies
Too many minutes I been spinnin' my mind
Deprivation only way to peace I find
Look, I hit every goal at twenty-four
Good woman, my first tape, money to blow
Couldn't get no better, guess where I'ma go
Couple years felt lower than lowest lows
I could never be stable
Never had, wasn't able
So I packed up fast, leave the house, sell the table
TV off, cut the cable
Up north, write a fable
Write another label
This real, ****
Not another face givin' in to fear, ****
Get up in the game, gettin' good gear, ****
Duck them potholes, don't you know to steer, ****?
I been sittin' on a EP
Seven songs, seven hitters if you ask me
Tried to turn it to a moment but it passed me
Turned around then I threw it to the scrap heap
Look, now I'm sittin' on a mixtape
Seven songs, did it all up in seven days
Caught lightning in the bottle but the glass break
Now my soul still bloody, how that glass taste?
Uh, a god with no faith, a god full of fear
The god that broke down stuck in the first gear
The god that gave dreams a melody to mine
If mine produce none, tell me do mine die?
Mine don't want a thing but not seen a grass
Hundred times a year and I do keep track
Waste away days asleep under trees and
Chasin' fresh feels, blowin' with the breeze, I'm sayin'
Written by: Kenan Draughorne
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