"Greta Van Fake" lyrics

"Greta Van Fake"

I don't like you much and well I never did
Cause you, there somethin bout ya
What is it? Oh, you're full of shit
Yeah you know all bout fashion and you
Sure do know what's cool
We got somethin up our sleeve and its
Just for you

You think you're rock n roll
But you're a joke you're a wannabe baby
I watch ya from the crowd as you fake it
Now watch us from the ground as we
Make it

Oh, do you remember that time when you
Said to me?
That I should just stay in the background
Where I was meant to be
But now somehow they're lining up for
Little old me
While you're standing in your mirror
Sayin, how could it be?

How could it be? I'll tell ya how
Maybe cause all you did was go fucking shopping
So you might look the part
And you might have everybody tricked
But we're fucking sick of it
I can see right through it
We can all fucking see it
And we can smell ya from here you fuck

You think you're Robert Plant
But you're a joke you're a wannabe baby
I watch ya from the crowd as you fake it
Now watch us from the ground as we make it

You think you're Jimmy Page
But you're a joke you're a wannabe baby
Hold me to the ground and I'll make it
Hold ya to the ground and you'll fake it

Now we think it's time you stepped aside
And made some room
Cause I been needin something real
Gimme something true
I think it's pretty clear we ain't gettin
None of that from you
So step aside and make some
Fuckin room

You think you're rock n roll
But you're a joke you're a wannabe baby
I watch ya from the crowd as you fake it
Now watch us from the ground as we
Make it

You think you're Robert Plant
But you're a joke you're a wannabe baby
Hold me to the ground and I'll make it
Hold ya to the ground and you'll fake it


Writer(s): Kendall Wind, Macky Bowman, McKinley Bowman, Nicholas Casa, Nick Casa, Sam Quartin
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