Trukingblack - Fake Flowers Lyrics

Boss them out
Bleed it up
Going to proyect my soul
After all got nothing else up in my day to do
Sit back in my room working all night on my own rules
Just to realize there's no difference between me and the moon
Up and down
With my thoughts
Just tryna mute the show
Guidence needed but seems everyone turned off their phone
Roses dying, gardener been pouring venom on
Lot to say, but no one near to hear it, Im all alone
God damn tired of alll these foolies
That's not even your song you're talking bullshit
Shitty dancing on concerts like all boy bands
Instagram paying attention like they're all brain washed
Getting paper like out of nowhere and still alive
Hard to breath, candy flipping its called sweet life
Always got the convo when they feeling evil
Way too honest in comments I write my own edition
Cooking records in my room, on my phone, I got vision
Don't need to pay all these producers for my product, listen
Industry gon try to keep you out off the road
I'll stay independent until my dues make me sell my soul
Shawty taking pictures like a magazine model
She just wants to be famous she just wanna sing covers
Wanting all the attention but they just can't stay quiet
Im talking
When they can't say something really important
Poetry is my vision, can't deny I f*ck with romance
Exhausted
Of these influencers and they bluffing
Had to mute all stories made my own one and Im saucing
Im saucing
While these bitches keep talking about me
When they here my songs they go mad but Im here just laughing
Im flying
Way too far from you right now
Don't expect me to be back till I go live