Lyrics:
My Fake Band

pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them, it's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don

beige I was over and under my age Like a video Like a chick Like a dead man moving too quick In my way Had no plan Passin' out flyers for some punk rock band

stumble 'round those words so well? "You like me", there I said it Don't need a dictionary helping me 'Cause I can spell My foot was in my mouth the day I met you All my

're allowed To rain on my parade! I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum, And if I'm fanned out, Your turn at bat, sir. At least I didn't fake it.

the instrumental, get the mic and I'm cool Cause I'm an Oaktown mack and it's like that, so It all comes out in my records and my stage show In my category

I had my head out the window and Janey's fingers were in the cake I think I really dug her 'cause I was too loose to fake I said, "I'm hurt." She

] Provide for my family Ride with my family Things tough, still by my side That's family Had a rough landing No one's hurt badly I'm difficult at times But my

beep beep beep When again it roars I keep my eyelids analagous to a succesful venus-fly trap Tellin my left brain it's Saturday well he must buy that

in the real, don't get left in the hills My tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vegetabills We blessed with the will to never surrender 'Cause my