Porcelain Face

Imma shake my ass on stage

and imma make yall say my name

Imma act nice to the bitches I hate,

be fake like the rest of em

I’mma lie about my age,

tell everybody why i’m so god damn great

and maybe then they’ll finally say,

“you really made it babe”,

So caught up with myself

To late for me to tell if I’ve been dreaming

But maybe that’s okay

Head up in the clouds

Don’t plan on coming down

till I start believing

That I don’t have to change

But cracks still find their way

Across my porcelain face

Becoming real classy

dressing like the rich the fancy

private jets to places I can’t prouncey

It’s counterfeit life

I’ve been living lie

Put me on an island

Champagne, sun bathing

I don’t wanna entertain em

So why do I try

So caught up with myself

To late for me to tell if I’ve been dreaming

But maybe that’s okay

Head up in the clouds

Don’t plan on coming down

till I start believing

That I don’t have to change

Oh Cause right now, I’d jump on grenade

To start it all again, I’m pulling out the pin

I’m done so done with the charade

Cause who they grown to love’s who I hate

So caught up with myself

To late for me to tell if I’ve been dreaming

Head up in the clouds

Don’t plan on coming down

till I start believing

That I don’t have to change

But cracks still find their way

Across my porcelain face