I'm close because I'm like an A-kid
Forget your moral and your standards, I'm not celebrated
Plus how in your head they really want to celebrate your music
It's like the more you're real, the suffocated
But if you fear the mirror tomorrow, then the real is hated
Suppress reality, perception is uncultivated
Hell down to earth, I'm them nothing, so you feel elevated
I'm in the evil of people
I want to have them on my feet
I'm in the hype, when I need to
I'm just a pre on my feet
I want to have them on my real too
Yeah it turns me on