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Upon A Burning Body

Genres: Metal

Fake Plastic Smile [explicit] Lyrics - Upon A Burning Body

We bow down to no one 

 

You walk around with your head in the clouds 

Thinking this life is your life like you should be proud 

We live every day getting beaten down but stand tall 

Push it back, push it back, we're about to attack 

Flaunting this and that better watch your back 

Because I'm calling you out for everything that you lack 

 

Rich boy, bitch boy thinking you're the shit boy 

Motherfucker you don't deserve that new whip 

You didn't pay for it 

Them fly clothes 

You didn't buy that shit 

Rollie on your wrist 

You little spoiled ass bitch 

You think you're rich boy? You're just a bitch boy! 

 

You walk around with your head in the clouds 

Thinking this life is your life like you should be proud 

You can't keep playing pretend 

You had a good run on that high horse 

It's time you comprehend 

I'm calling you out and I hope it stings 

Trust me I'm not trying to teach you anything 

 

I see through your fake plastic smile 

All the money in the world can't make you happy 

All the money in the world couldn't make me like you 

You think you can live like this for the rest of your life? 

Where will you turn when your daddy's money runs out? 

You never worked a fucking day in your life 

I don't even expect you to know how to fight 

Rich boy, bitch boy, you don't know shit boy 

Motherfucker you don't deserve that new whip 

 

You didn't pay for it 

Them fly clothes 

You didn't buy that shit 

Rollie on your wrist 

You little spoiled ass bitch 

You think you're rich boy? 

You're just a bitch boy! 

 

You walk around with your head in the clouds 

Thinking this life is your life like you should be proud 

 

You can't keep playing pretend 

You had a good run on that high horse 

It's time you comprehend 

I'm calling you out and I hope it stings 

Trust me I'm not trying to teach you anything 

 

Born with a silver spoon in your mouth 

'Bout time someone put you in your place bitch 

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