Beyound the fasade.
So, you think that I’m the best of the best the top of the top,
Far frar above the rest your applause for me just will not stop.
You believe that I can do that that just cannot be done,
With out me the party just aint no fun.
They measure their progress on how I perform, My super calls me his right and left arm.
My siblings all call me for each little worry, They know I will undo the knot like in a hurry.
Only God and I know what is real, my private life I never reveal.
My roof has ten leaks and is slowly sagging in,
And I’ve got to super glue my shoe soles again.
My bills are overdue, my meds need refilling filling too,
If I knew where you lived, I probably come and rob you.
Oh please forgive me, that i’d never do.
So I just go on frontin & fakin,
Living on the revery that for me you be makin.
So I’m just a phoney SO & SO
Why you can’t see through me, I don”t know
Enough of this revelation, I gotta go
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