[Into]
Ahhh man yo it's like
[Verse 1]
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 sh** 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,both 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
f** latex, I just lock all my family j**els in the vault
Safe s** safe s**
Aaahhhhhhhh I'm so high Roger Wilco (Wilco)
Stuck up in this maize I got stilts though
Crushing corny rappers like a millstone
It's a k** zone man I almost kinda feel for em
My good friends I keep em real close (real close)
But so far I hear you still moan (still moan)
We've grown apart since we dealt dope (dealt dope)
But we just never trusted you and still don't (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]
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 sh** I'm thirty now
So f** your word of mouth, just mouth the words
Got champagne for my real friends and real fake pain sham for my real
Ah f** it
[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
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 (champagne)