It’s your delusional perceptive
On how you’re still so damned deceptive
This uncanny habit of lying through your teeth
Cause’ baby you are unbelievably beneath
My high aptitude for honest friendship
Soul sisters my ass, there’s no truthful kinship
When you finally mature and grow up
There’s gonna’ be one hell of a spiritual cleanup
As 3rd eye recognizes your ego was posed
With your head in the clouds and eyes closed
Deep down you’re quite alone
You can’t fool me with your fake entourage made of stone
Selfies showcase this socialite faux affair
Yet, internally your heart is rather bare