Fake Is The New Trend Lyrics

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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 motherf*ckers
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

F*CK 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!

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