Lyrics Fake It - Cryptic Wisdom

Fake It

I think there’s something wrong with me, I feel crazy
And I don’t seem to get along with people these days
See it started as a problem for me, now I embrace it
If I ain’t in the mood dude, I ain’t gonna fake it (fake it)
Dead bro (fake it) head low (fake it)
Be somebody else 'cause they said so (fake it)
Life is only everything you make it
If I ain’t in the mood dude, I ain’t gonna fake it (fake it)
I’ve just gotta know, what is it you want from me
It’s a slippery slope, tryna bleed you and it’s haunting me
Every night I sleep, praying that I wake
To be the man I want to be and rap another day
I won’t ever give up, I pray I don’t give in
To what I contemplate when I’m debating all my sins
I should rob a bank, I should have been a felon
I should have made a living faking everything I’m selling
Would I go back to my old past if I know that
If I go back that I won’t last if I fold that’s when I go fast
To a cold bag with a toe tag
Home grown, I’m so low, solo though I smoke grass
And it’s so sad, I’m a nomad
But I’m so trapped in my own madness
Something’s gotta give, I ain’t afraid to
Y’all know more about me than I do, even the pain too
I know you’ve been missing all these pictures that I paint you
But how was I to hang it up for you if the frame’s loose
I think there’s something wrong with me, I feel crazy
And I don’t seem to get along with people these days
See it started as a problem for me, now I embrace it
If I ain’t in the mood dude, I ain’t gonna fake it (fake it)
Dead bro (fake it) head low (fake it)
Be somebody else 'cause they said so (fake it)
Life is only everything you make it
If I ain’t in the mood dude, I ain’t gonna fake it (fake it)
People tell me every day that I should write more happy raps
I’m not about to back flip, don’t treat me like an acrobat
Walking on a tight rope, but these days I ain’t half as mad as
When you know I can’t relapse and try to pull me back to that
I’m working, and if you were my fan, you wouldn’t offer me
And when I tell you no, don’t punish me like I’m your property
I don’t work a 9 to 5, I ain’t got a boss to please
And I ain’t gonna jump for you to make you think I’m awesome, G
I’m good, I smoke herb, but only when I’m writing rhymes
Seldom with somebody else, I’m guessing it’s a vice of mine
Never to fight the mind, meditate to find divine
Chemicals cannot sedate my inner hate and rotten spine
It’s more than rap to me, this is my whole life
I only do this for freedom, not your cosign
The darkest corners I live in will be so bright
Sit up in them bleeders with your nose tight
I think there’s something wrong with me, I feel crazy
And I don’t seem to get along with people these days
See it started as a problem for me, now I embrace it
If I ain’t in the mood dude, I ain’t gonna fake it (fake it)
Dead bro (fake it) head low (fake it)
Be somebody else 'cause they said so (fake it)
Life is only everything you make it
If I ain’t in the mood dude, I ain’t gonna fake it (fake it)