Lyrics

Where'd all these suicidal sad rappers come from? They showed up with those mumble rapper dum-dums They've been preying on people with mental illness And pretending to relate to get paid and create a business They claim to be anxious, say they're depressed They're faking it to gain something in common with some fans for a check It's over-diagnosed, so it's becoming a trend To say you're crazy or insane or that you're sick in the head They romanticize the mental pain we're barely surviving And then they glorify the men and women losing their lives I'm talking Cobain, Lil Peep, Winehouse, Jackson, Williams, Cornell, Bennington Imagine all the icons that we buried probably turning in their grave So they could witness how this sickness getting used to get paid These rappers fabricating symptoms for fame Their mental illness is the money on their mind, it started rotting their brains, yeah Y'all ain't real from the chains to the gear to the grills, now it's pain, talking tears, taking pills Y'all ain't real, I can see it in your eyes, all lies, y'all guys don't know how we feel Y'all ain't real enough to deal with us, to feel the love, nah-nah-nah-nah Y'all just make-believe, you claim to be the same as me, nah-nah-nah-nah People die from depression, these rappers cry for attention And it's in every single genre you could possibly mention From pop to electronic, to rock, to indie, to grunge They're tryna hook you into using the music like it's a drug Get you addicted to artists they manufactured to target All of the people in therapy tryna deal with their hardships Crafted and marketed 'till they had you convinced That if you follow that person, they make you fine in your skin They ain't really tryna help you, they don't wanna make you better It's a lie they're tryna sell you so you always buy their records If you wanna know the truth, they want you strugglin' forever So you look to them for answers with your Visa or your debit It's like the record labels working for pharma They made anxiety trendy by using popular artists Then use the rappers to promote prescription pills to their audience They created the problem to sell you pills that would solve 'em, it's brilliant Y'all ain't real from the chains to the gear to the grills, now it's pain, talking tears, taking pills Y'all ain't real, I can see it in your eyes, all lies, y'all guys don't know how we feel Y'all ain't real enough to deal with us, to feel the love, nah-nah-nah-nah Y'all just make-believe, you claim to be the same as me, nah-nah-nah-nah Exploiting our problems to benefit They just wanna get paid I spend all my money on medicine Spend all your money on chains Y'all just exploiting the misery Popping Xannies to fade Well, I'm throwing ones into therapy 'Cause all I know is rain Y'all ain't real from the chains to the gear to the grills, now it's pain, talking tears, taking pills Y'all ain't real, I can see it in your eyes, all lies, y'all guys don't know how we feel Y'all ain't real enough to deal with us, to feel the love, nah-nah-nah-nah Y'all just make-believe, you claim to be the same as me, nah-nah-nah-nah Y'all ain't real from the chains to the gear to the grills, now it's pain, talking tears, taking pills Y'all ain't real, I can see it in your eyes, all lies, y'all guys don't know how we feel Y'all ain't real enough to deal with us, to feel the love, nah-nah-nah-nah Y'all just make-believe, you claim to be the same as me, nah-nah-nah-nah
Writer(s): Nova Paholek, Thomas Macdonald Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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