I admit it’s counterfeit
I am the great pretender
You only see what I want you to see
Return the rest to sender
I use my two
cents as calculations
to gain influence
over a situation
Cuz I’m out of mind
out of line from too
many times bruised
from the truth
I hit the ground swinging
Could almost see the wind whip through the crowd
Back in the beginning
I had a chance to burn the whole place down
But now I’m out of mind
out of sight, in true
fashion form and groove
I’m old news
Yet I’m out of mind
out of line into
Scattered bits of blue
Oh oh oh
Yeah I’m out of mind
out of line from too
many times through
the same old groove
'till it wore right through