Seth Sentry - Fake Champagne lyrics

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 f** latex, I just lock all my family j**els in the vault, safe s** 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 k** 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 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 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 sham pain for my real Ah f** it 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