I'm not here to fake shit
Go ahead and point your arrow of justice wherever you want to believe it should be pointed
I flip a coin and roll some dice
End up under an umbrella in cherbourg
End up with a blank face returning my stare
They could never make me hate you
They could never take me from the love that I am
Sometimes it just comes with the hate
The inflammatory rage i allow because i know my heart is in the right place
The imperfections boiling over
Wondering if i should use something other than the arrow
Wondering if it would even pierce the metal fairy
Returning to my collection of hats
Returning to anything but my natural hair
Returning to my natural hair
I see the artist in you
Even when you feel the least creative, just insane
Even while we're just friends who want to fuck
Even when I get tired of you
I see that you actually care
And when you want to be left alone I oblige
Because I know it takes a while for me to gather my thoughts
I wanted to congratulate you on the knicks but i didnt want to make that about me, too
But I'm not here to fake shit, so I do