INvisible™- Fakes & Peacocks 🎭🦚

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INvisible™- Fakes & Peacocks (Official Audio)

-Composer: Laszlo
-Lyricist: Laszlo, ChatGPT (AI)
-Producer: Laszlo
-Co-Composer: Suno (AI)
-Performer/Artist: Laszlo/Suno (AI)

-© 2024 Invisible™. All rights reserved.

"Lyrics and music were partially generated with the help of AI tools (ChatGPT and Suno) and creatively developed into the final song."

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Lyrics:

Intro:
Ayy, let me drop some truth, I’m sick of these fakes,
Gold diggers, posers, man, I’m done with the games.
Listen up, I’m callin' out names, no shame,
Expose the lies, it’s time to change the game!

Verse 1:
Yo, these plastic bitches out here tryna play,
Actin' all sweet, but it’s cash they chase.
She’ll ride your wallet, then she’s outta sight,
When the money’s gone, she’s gone with the night.
Fake tits, fake smiles, all part of the act,
She ain't here for you, just wantin' your stack.
She’ll leave you broke, that’s the way it goes,
She’s out for the green, that’s all she knows.

Pre-Chorus:
Gold diggers got no heart, they’re all about the cash,
Guard your pockets tight, or she’ll be gone in a flash.
These cash chasers play games, always chasin' the score,
Keep your wallet close, or you’ll be left on the floor. (record scratching)

Chorus:
Gold diggers, greedy-ass whores,
Flashing their bodies, always wanting more.
They don’t give a damn about you or your soul,
They just want the cash—that’s their only goal!

Verse 2:
Hold up, just a sec, let’s make it clear,
'Cause even with the guys, there’s shit to reveal.
In this messed-up world, even the guys are lost,
Let’s call it out, they’re fakin', think they’re a boss.
Now onto these poser boys, flexin' fake as hell,
Puckered lips in the mirror, man, they’re under a spell.
Posin' like kings, but they’re just some clowns,
You ain't hard, just lookin’ like fools in this town.
Gym rats actin' tough, but just playin' a part,
Posin’ with their weights, but can’t even lift a fart.
Snap a pic, take a break, claimin' they’re strong,
But can’t push a set, just a joke all along.
Your confidence is fake, your game is weak,
Livin' for the likes, that shit’s bleak.
Mirror love’s strong, but in the real world you’re lame,
Just a sad little act, tryna play a game.
So step aside, and take your fake self away,
Nobody’s impressed, just clear out and stay.

Bridge:
Gold diggers and posers, playin' their parts,
Real worth ain’t found in your fake-ass hearts.
It’s not in the cash or the bullshit you flaunt,
It’s in who the fuck you are, not the lies that you want.

Outro:
So here’s the truth, don’t get played by the show,
The game's full of fakes, but now you fuckin' know.
Gold diggers and peacocks, all tryin' to scheme,
But real ones stay solid, and that’s how you keep it real.