your fakeularity is dependant on what?
Pop culture junkie riding high in tabloid smut.
You settin out on your walk
Thinking your fooling everyone with your trash talk
That prance
that glance
struttin' your Prada
with close inspection, it's clearly a nada
Your phoney attitude, beggin for attention
until someone blows your cover then who is bitchin?
be who you are
no one cares that you're a star
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