Fake Tears (feat. HMD)
Song by Superlative
Video Theme
Genre
BPM
120
E
(Verse 1)
Wagwarn man’s ‘ere now
Vision so eerily clear now
Strong contacts and I just spit facts
So they all want more of me here now
They love Cor when he's real loud
Minimum talk when I be out
Not every day cotch and jam, no
Your boys got plans
And I don't need features
Stop bellin’ my phone it ain't
Family, Business, Uber or The Plug
Stop tellin’ my dons
Cuz we stay family through this music
Call the shots
I make tunes and your boy makes chonks
I spit flames and your boy talks floms
We had days in the rough
Now the rough turn smooth then a rarse
And it feels so good
SPR running through my bloodline
From time I've been the illest
Just they never noticed
Close ear to the tek
Mans overly blessed
Upgrade
Man stays in focus
Back then it was Reason with no real reason
These days I spray to get over
Back then I was making beats for the world
And the world said
"Bruv get colder"
So I got colder
Laid vox on beats got older
Bare YouTube vids got watched
And I mean nonstop
‘Til the vibe got moulded
Deep down in the PC folders
Sound of the next up solider
Had times when the dome felt overly gone
But the fire still burns in the moment
(Chorus)
No way that I can’t stop
The fire burns deep in my core
My eyes
They don’t know fear
Too high for your fake tears
(Verse 2)
Slow down, just wait
What can not be rushed is great
Not everyday work and sleep
Man a mind must breathe
So I bun this 8th
Dem man caught in the race
Me and mine switched up lanes
I celebrate life when it seems so right
So I just might party again
Stop smellin’ my bum
For a feature, music, collab
All the above
I'm never in touch
If you're outside, inside, or near me at the club
We show up and the crowd show love
Stay light flexin’ a bit
So what?
Mad hard work It's deserved
But I've got more work to be done
And it feels so good
It's been win after win after win
Niggas never done it like we did
Top tier bright
Man's bin here writing
I got bars for the shubz and ting
Just stay over there
Way over there
I ain't got time to talkin’ breeze
See me I got options
Stock them
No opps
Cuz I got respect G
Blacked out windows
Tour door sliding
3 shows in a row
Cor what's next?
Gassed up
Been low
But Cor's surviving
Freed up in the dome
Cor what's next?
Fact check me
I don't take L's much
Me and Kaz got a dream
By any means must
Aim for the peak high
Many trees bun
Hold back on the beats
Don't really need one
(Chorus)
No way that I can’t stop
The fire burns deep in my core
My eyes
They don’t know fear
Too high for your fake tears
Wagwarn man’s ‘ere now
Vision so eerily clear now
Strong contacts and I just spit facts
So they all want more of me here now
They love Cor when he's real loud
Minimum talk when I be out
Not every day cotch and jam, no
Your boys got plans
And I don't need features
Stop bellin’ my phone it ain't
Family, Business, Uber or The Plug
Stop tellin’ my dons
Cuz we stay family through this music
Call the shots
I make tunes and your boy makes chonks
I spit flames and your boy talks floms
We had days in the rough
Now the rough turn smooth then a rarse
And it feels so good
SPR running through my bloodline
From time I've been the illest
Just they never noticed
Close ear to the tek
Mans overly blessed
Upgrade
Man stays in focus
Back then it was Reason with no real reason
These days I spray to get over
Back then I was making beats for the world
And the world said
"Bruv get colder"
So I got colder
Laid vox on beats got older
Bare YouTube vids got watched
And I mean nonstop
‘Til the vibe got moulded
Deep down in the PC folders
Sound of the next up solider
Had times when the dome felt overly gone
But the fire still burns in the moment
(Chorus)
No way that I can’t stop
The fire burns deep in my core
My eyes
They don’t know fear
Too high for your fake tears
(Verse 2)
Slow down, just wait
What can not be rushed is great
Not everyday work and sleep
Man a mind must breathe
So I bun this 8th
Dem man caught in the race
Me and mine switched up lanes
I celebrate life when it seems so right
So I just might party again
Stop smellin’ my bum
For a feature, music, collab
All the above
I'm never in touch
If you're outside, inside, or near me at the club
We show up and the crowd show love
Stay light flexin’ a bit
So what?
Mad hard work It's deserved
But I've got more work to be done
And it feels so good
It's been win after win after win
Niggas never done it like we did
Top tier bright
Man's bin here writing
I got bars for the shubz and ting
Just stay over there
Way over there
I ain't got time to talkin’ breeze
See me I got options
Stock them
No opps
Cuz I got respect G
Blacked out windows
Tour door sliding
3 shows in a row
Cor what's next?
Gassed up
Been low
But Cor's surviving
Freed up in the dome
Cor what's next?
Fact check me
I don't take L's much
Me and Kaz got a dream
By any means must
Aim for the peak high
Many trees bun
Hold back on the beats
Don't really need one
(Chorus)
No way that I can’t stop
The fire burns deep in my core
My eyes
They don’t know fear
Too high for your fake tears