This is a song about "Pretending to be me"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Pretending nothing happened to me

Pretending to care for our future, but really, all you want is for us to be tortured

Killing every officer as if its fate/ they took my dad away/ now this world

I got sorta good at pretending

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Dad and be happy/ a happy me was forbidden to be/ instead

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Pretending to be awake 'n

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Sit in class pretending to actually do shit

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Toby pretending to be g, drop that

They asking me to be myself

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself