FAKE NEWS by Cyrus Lyrics
[Verse]
Just turned 25, now it's 25 to life (To life)
Turn that dial two clicks to the right (To the right)
Ain't afraid to die, I'm afraid to be alive
The good die young, why am I still alive?
Got blood on my hands, why'd I wear all white? (All white)
Wrench in the plans but I'll be alright (Alright)
So K-Dot, I ain't got no woo-ies
K-Dot text like you should be woo-ey
Done with the drama, please no anxious
Words like that gets blown conversations
Like my problems with model faces
'Cause even good girls act bad when they're naked
So two-faced, think it's time that they face each other
Tell me how we made a kid but we still hate each other
Tell me how I foot the bill and you walked out the clinic
Like I'm another spitting image you replaced this summer, yeah yeah
It's 2:30 in the morning, time to make a decision before I lose my ambition (All my ambition)
Should I call her to dare you because I need me a break, maybe I'll call up some bitches (Call up some bitches)
Or should I try and get paid because the last time I checked, the label upped my percentage
Or maybe I should just maybe find another war I should finish
Maybe I'll tweet about Obama, how I'm sad that it's ending
Or how his tenure turning into reality television
How we're jealous white man, go take away history
How we reignite all the problems that I thought we solved
Can anyone tell the difference between true and false
'Cause I'm just trying to understand what my options are (Options are)
It's fake news this, it's fake news that
But real people once a had a real noose around they neck
So in case you forget why we takin' knees
It's 'cause of people like you dressed up as police
And when our voice gets loud, does that speak volumes?
If nothing good comes free, can you tell a woman her value?
Or when she reach for the stars, do you just reach for the pussy?
And that ain't locker-room talk, but you sure act like a rookie
Let's play a game, read this, skip to chapter 11
Silence for your future endeavors
Here's a header, why not, Donald Trump gets killed
Here's a header, why not, Donald Trump gets killed, 'cause he fell from the wall he built
Now how's that for politically correct? This shit ain't multiple choice
There's an essay at the back you can't neglect or avoid
It's that, look dog, you can either eat or skip breakfast
But the taste of success doesn't offer no seconds
If revenge is a dish, then it's better served cold
I can't wait 'til it finally snows (Snows)
There's no rain in L.A., think I might know why
Because most of y'all would get exposed
No, I don't wanna make small talk (Small talk)
Over lunch and good foie gras (Foie gras)
Where the meat is only special daily (Daily)
See, I only meet my expectations (Woop!)
How I got two phones with three numbers and you ain't gone
Off how I'm working all summer and I ain't seen nobody, especially you (You)
Just a blockage in the road that I had to remove
I read some shit the other day about feeling some type of way
And how shit isn't gonna change if your feelings get in the way
And eliminating my thoughts are concerning
My tendency to be influenced by the people that never do what they say
And look, I'm tired of always having to explain myself
You don't hate me, you just hate yourself
And how about instead of facing off, you face yourself
And since you always wanna act like a bitch
Put my dick in your mouth so you can taste yourself, motherfucker
Just turned 25, now it's 25 to life (To life)
Turn that dial two clicks to the right (To the right)
Ain't afraid to die, I'm afraid to be alive
The good die young, why am I still alive?
Got blood on my hands, why'd I wear all white? (All white)
Wrench in the plans but I'll be alright (Alright)
So K-Dot, I ain't got no woo-ies
K-Dot text like you should be woo-ey
Done with the drama, please no anxious
Words like that gets blown conversations
Like my problems with model faces
'Cause even good girls act bad when they're naked
So two-faced, think it's time that they face each other
Tell me how we made a kid but we still hate each other
Tell me how I foot the bill and you walked out the clinic
Like I'm another spitting image you replaced this summer, yeah yeah
It's 2:30 in the morning, time to make a decision before I lose my ambition (All my ambition)
Should I call her to dare you because I need me a break, maybe I'll call up some bitches (Call up some bitches)
Or should I try and get paid because the last time I checked, the label upped my percentage
Or maybe I should just maybe find another war I should finish
Maybe I'll tweet about Obama, how I'm sad that it's ending
Or how his tenure turning into reality television
How we're jealous white man, go take away history
How we reignite all the problems that I thought we solved
Can anyone tell the difference between true and false
'Cause I'm just trying to understand what my options are (Options are)
It's fake news this, it's fake news that
But real people once a had a real noose around they neck
So in case you forget why we takin' knees
It's 'cause of people like you dressed up as police
And when our voice gets loud, does that speak volumes?
If nothing good comes free, can you tell a woman her value?
Or when she reach for the stars, do you just reach for the pussy?
And that ain't locker-room talk, but you sure act like a rookie
Let's play a game, read this, skip to chapter 11
Silence for your future endeavors
Here's a header, why not, Donald Trump gets killed
Here's a header, why not, Donald Trump gets killed, 'cause he fell from the wall he built
Now how's that for politically correct? This shit ain't multiple choice
There's an essay at the back you can't neglect or avoid
It's that, look dog, you can either eat or skip breakfast
But the taste of success doesn't offer no seconds
If revenge is a dish, then it's better served cold
I can't wait 'til it finally snows (Snows)
There's no rain in L.A., think I might know why
Because most of y'all would get exposed
No, I don't wanna make small talk (Small talk)
Over lunch and good foie gras (Foie gras)
Where the meat is only special daily (Daily)
See, I only meet my expectations (Woop!)
How I got two phones with three numbers and you ain't gone
Off how I'm working all summer and I ain't seen nobody, especially you (You)
Just a blockage in the road that I had to remove
I read some shit the other day about feeling some type of way
And how shit isn't gonna change if your feelings get in the way
And eliminating my thoughts are concerning
My tendency to be influenced by the people that never do what they say
And look, I'm tired of always having to explain myself
You don't hate me, you just hate yourself
And how about instead of facing off, you face yourself
And since you always wanna act like a bitch
Put my dick in your mouth so you can taste yourself, motherfucker