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Seth Sentry
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Fake Champagne
[Verse 1:Seth Sentry]
Fake friends with fake handshakes Fake laughs, fake hugs, fake champagne Gimme something real I can tell the difference Gimme something real I can tell the diff-
We're just on opposite wavelengths, it's you that's gotten all jaded Still knock around with my same friends Ain't nothing ever gonna change things I shouldn't have to explain things before it finally makes sense I'm off weed I should change meds, cause I'm off beat just like Raed
I got two brains in the same head......both, brain dead My love life is a train wreck still pay for the date with a rain cheque I'm tryna study hard for this aids test in grade ten I got straight F's Fuck latex, I just lock all my family jewels in the vault, safe sex
Aaahhhhhhhh I'm so high Roger Wilco Stuck up in this maize I got stilts though Crushing corny rappers like a millstone It's a kill zone man I almost kinda feel for em My good friends I keep em real close But so far I hear you still moan We've grown apart since we dealt dope
But we just never trusted you and still don't
[Chorus]
You got that fake champagne I never sipped on Don't want that drank no thanks stop sending it my way That fake champagne stop spilling all your Fake champagne
Stop spilling all that fake champagne I never sipped on Because I hate that taste stop sending it my way That fake champagne stop spilling all that Fake champagne
[Verse 2: Seth Sentry]
The monster I became is off the iron chain I dropped your fighter planes and stomped a tiny conga line of tanks Heard your gossip by the way like I got lost inside a game It was tough to find a save now shut up while I clock the final stage
As a kid I would often hide away, with a pen tryna to occupy the day Watch friends get jobs that finally pay, I was like can you spot a fiver mate Felt so self-conscious tryna explain, how this dumb hobby of mine is maybe Gonna become a job of mine one day, cause hip hop wasn't quite the same
Back then everyone'd try take the fruits of my labour they would squash it like a grape While I threw up on the side of stage or forgot which song that I was playing But man this monster I became has still got that homicidal rage Still want to stomp a rivals face and leave nothing but an ultra violet stain
Get it, good get it, get it, get it, good I hit the books it's what I thought I never could Feels like I'm living my 19 year old pipe dream This is my scene doing my thing with my fire team and they watch my play like a live stream
Oh he has changed, so this is what I'd heard about Yeah I have changed, no shit I'm thirty now So fuck your word of mouth, just mouth the words Got champagne for my real friends and real fake sham pain for my real Ah fuck it
[Chorus]
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