Porcelain Face

Imma shake my ass on stage
and imma make yall say my name
Imma act nice to the bitches I hate,
be fake like the rest of em
I’mma lie about my age,
tell everybody why i’m so god damn great
and maybe then they’ll finally say,
“you really made it babe”,
So caught up with myself
To late for me to tell if I’ve been dreaming
But maybe that’s okay
Head up in the clouds
Don’t plan on coming down
till I start believing
That I don’t have to change
But cracks still find their way
Across my porcelain face
Becoming real classy
dressing like the rich the fancy
private jets to places I can’t prouncey
It’s counterfeit life
I’ve been living lie
Put me on an island
Champagne, sun bathing
I don’t wanna entertain em
So why do I try
So caught up with myself
To late for me to tell if I’ve been dreaming
But maybe that’s okay
Head up in the clouds
Don’t plan on coming down
till I start believing
That I don’t have to change
Oh Cause right now, I’d jump on grenade
To start it all again, I’m pulling out the pin
I’m done so done with the charade
Cause who they grown to love’s who I hate
So caught up with myself
To late for me to tell if I’ve been dreaming
Head up in the clouds
Don’t plan on coming down
till I start believing
That I don’t have to change
But cracks still find their way
Across my porcelain face