The Hang Up-Emmure

(Like, I listen to so much music, and they sing good, and they write lyrics good and also I'm gunna try and tell them again, and they're gunna come on for me) I'm f**king losing my mind I think everything you do just makes me sick Bullshit you say to get attention Just pretentious Growing tired of your shit [?] What do you see? [?] Go buy a motherf**king [?] Nobody cares about you [?] And write a song about it Yet still, you sit and wonder why Everything you do is sick and flawed Take off your shades You wanna talk about gimmicks? Look at yourself You wanna talk about gimmicks? Look at yourself When you're alone I know you're somebody else I'm the realest motherf**ker in the game I see you faggots living perfect lives Selling all your [?] Sold my soul so Satan explain Where's my money, power, fame? Satan explain Where's my money, power, fame? I'm the realest motherf**ker in the game So check yourself before you ever say my name