Fakin - MemoTheMafioso

Why did I actually think it would work out When I'm basically banned from your house Now you're standing on the corner so upset But if I try to comfort her, I know we're gonna end up having sex again Everybody in high school claims they've been in love Why won't these dumb teenagers just grow up? Everybody in high school claims they've been in love Why won't these dumb teenagers just grow up? Ima tell my dad I'm feeling under the weather Ima run and tell my momma too I'm faking sick, I'm faking sick To get out of another day of school Why did I actually think teenage girls mattered? When every time I left her house,I felt beat and battered Ima stay inside and skip that bullshit for today Playing songs inside is what I like doin' anyway Everybody in high school claims they tuff Why won't these dumb teenagers just grow up? Everybody in high school claims they tuff Why won't these dumb teenagers just grow up? Ima tell my dad I'm feeling under the weather Ima run and tell my old momma too I'm fakin' sick, I'm fakin' sick To get out of another day of school

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

F/ Pete Rock Verse One: Pete Rock Check it out As I commence lyrical content now bust the grammar Niggaz tryin to make flip out like David Banner Bustin out the garments slammin shit like Onyx When I'm vex I flex and turn green like the chronic When I bug out you bound to get snuffed out for frontin Busy deceivin achievin nothin If you can't walk the walk, don't talk the talk It's Pete Rock and InI comin straight from New York Now all the setups you thought you stepped up to get your rep up The joke's on you jack (true dat, word) Cause when I came through the door my mind was thinkin all out war I'ma settle the score, once and for all Ain't no time for fakin jax when it's time for makin stacks I'm droppin bombs like acts in the bible with my recital So recline like a passenger seat Son, relax As I take you to the max, homeboy you fakin ji-dax Chorus Verse Two: InI Yeah, check it You never success or progress Searchin for peace through material objects You go to extremes in the process Acuse others, when it's you showin your true colors Busy sellin your dreams, but all your cream Contributes to your lack of self-esteem So it would seem, cause every day of the week, you act different You see your peoples, you speak, your eyes shifted Frontin what Son you love to perform But when the crowd's gone, word is bond, you get your merc on Is this the real definition of what a snake is Y'all should of been politicians, that's where the cake is, but It didn't work with the fake ass smirk See the meek shall inherit the earth, for what it's worth, uhh Turn around yo you backwards, you know what the facts is You fakin jax kid Chorus Verse Three: InI Your blood You're worth lead if you can't bring home the cake to get the youths fed We used to harvest now it's work instead So, to get ahead to hit the nail on the head, it's hard work Cause America jerks, takin tax and perks out the check So father sweats from workin for the next Just to connect, so man listen A comfortable position's what I'm after So all the while, I'm preparin myself to meet the master Check it, so we suggest you put a F on your chest A wolf in sheep's clothing's what describes you best Nevertheless, I roast your ass like chestnuts I got guts plus cuts from Pete Rock And it don't stop, the ghetto mass' in your grill If you lack the will to step up then please chill On the real, real brothers got each others backs While all these phony niggaz keep on fakin the jax It's like that Chorus