Fakin It (feat. Ofelia K) - Kaskade & Swanky Tunes

Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco Stuck inside a spider web, oh, web I can't make believe anymore (cinco) Hold my breath to five, prepare to ride But hey, I can turn the silver to gold (cinco) And everybody's looking for a better way Everybody's stuck in the race Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco Uuh, my body can't ride away My cavalry's on the move Uuh, I feel like it's happening I got to howl at the Moon Auuu-uuh Auuu-uuh Puppets on a wire don't dance for fun, no I don't wanna be one of those (cinco) Causing a commotion tiny bullet Cutting through all of the noise (cinco) And everybody's looking for better way Everybody's stuck in the race Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco Uuh, my body can't ride away My cavalry's on the move Uuh, I feel like it's happening I got to howl at the Moon Auuu-uuh Auuu-uuh And everybody's looking for better way Everybody's stuck in the race And everybody's looking for better way Everybody's stuck in the race And everybody's looking for better way Everybody's stuck in the race And everybody's looking for better way Everybody's stuck in the race Yeah, cinco! Yeah, cinco! Yeah, cinco! Yeah, cinco!

When she goes, she's gone If she stays, she stays here The girl does what she wants to do She knows what she wants to do And I know I'm fakin' it I'm not really makin' it I'm such a dubious soul And a walk in the garden wears me down Tangled in the fallen vines Pickin' up the punchlines I've just been fakin' it Not really makin' it No, no, no, no Is there any danger? No, no, not really Just lean on me Takin' time to treat your friendly neighbors honestly I've just been fakin' it, fakin' it Not really makin' it This feeling of fakin' it I still haven't shaken it Prior to this lifetime I surely was a tailor Look at me Good morning, Mr. Leech, have you had a busy day? I own the tailor's face and hands I am the tailor's face and hands I know I'm fakin' it, fakin' it I'm not really makin' it This feeling of fakin' it I still haven't shaken it, shaken it I know I'm fakin' it I'm not really makin' it

(Jay-R) Sniper Hol' up It's a new day Uh, raah! Boy, I'm from the block, it ain't no fakin' it I will have my Haitians eat your face and shit Coming out my hood, it ain't no making it If I catch you slipping then I'm taking it Boy, I'm from the block, it ain't no fakin' it I will have my Haitians eat your face and shit Coming out my hood, it ain't no making it If I catch you slipping then I'm taking it Golden Acres shit, cuffed down to my anklet Little boy don't play with me, I merk you and your neighbors And I ain't on that label shit, so keep your papers bitch Project Baby, fuck that Sega and PlayStation shit Me and my nigga running crazy home invasion shit Paper chasing jit, snapping snatching chains and shit Stupid boy my mama Haitian don't you play like that I'm a sniper, I'm a sniper, I'm a Baker Act Coming out my hood, you ain't got no chance Shoot you where you stand, that's your right-hand man Ain't no fakin' it, I make you lose your sleep You will see the streets vouch for me 'Cause I bleed the streets I grew up in the streets so fuck the industry Sticky weed and it came from Italy I finesse the set, you should never slack Trying to run up on me, well, don't you think like that Boy, I'm from the block, it ain't no fakin' it I will have my Haitians eat your face and shit Coming out my hood, it ain't no making it If I catch you slipping then I'm taking it Boy, I'm from the block, it ain't no fakin' it I will have my Haitians eat your face and shit Coming out my hood, it ain't no making it If I catch you slipping then I'm taking it Ain't no making it, more cake than a bakery Once you start that beef, nigga ain't no shaking it Hoodrat, say cheese, Kodak take a pic Don't you catch a strap attack 'cause man that dangerous Trap code, huh, I made this shit I made a molly slushy, bitch, come take a sip What set you claim? Boy, what game you playing? You not from my hood, 'cause we don't talk the same You don't play with pistols, you don't got no gang Where your money came, shoot you like you lame You can't get them bitches kick you out the frame Project baby man, I don't fuck around with no lame I took your shit, I'm gon' plumb it up Give that sack right to me, watch me run it up I'm a sniper nigga 'cause it's my favorite sport I can't go to school 'cause it's too many dorks Boy, I'm from the block, it ain't no fakin' it I will have my Haitians eat your face and shit Coming out my hood, it ain't no making it If I catch you slipping then I'm taking it Boy, I'm from the block, it ain't no fakin' it I will have my Haitians eat your face and shit Coming out my hood, it ain't no making it If I catch you slipping then I'm taking it (Sniper)