Fake Champagne Songtext
von Seth Sentry

Ah, man
Yo, it′s like
Fake friends, fake handshakes
Fake laughs, fake hugs, and fake champagne
Man, gimme something real, I can tell the difference
Gimme something real, I can tell the diff

We're just on opposite wavelength
It′s you that's gotten all jaded
Still knock around with my same friends
Ain't nothing ever gon′ change things
I shouldn′t have to explain shit
Before I finally make sense
I'm off weed, I should change meds
′Cause I'm off beat ′cause like Raed
I got two brains in the same head
Bo-bo-both brain-dead


My love life is a train wreck
Still pay for the date with a rain cheque
Tryna study hard for this aids test
In grade ten, I got straight F's
Fuck latex, I just lock all my family jewels in a vault, safe sex

Argh, I′m so high, Roger Wilco
Stuck up in this maze, I got stilts though
Crushing corny rappers like a millstone
It's a kill zone, man, I almost kinda feel for 'em (almost)

My good friends, I keep ′em real close
But so far, I hear you still moan
We′ve grown apart since we dealt dope
But we just never trusted you and still don't (still don′t)

You got that fake champagne I never sipped on
Don't want that drank, no, thanks, stop sending it my way
That fake champagne
Stop spilling all your fake champagne

Stop spilling all that fake champagne I never sipped on
Because I hate that taste, stop sending it my way
That fake champagne
Stop spilling all that fake champagne


The monster I became is off the iron chain
I dropped your fighter planes and stomped a tiny conga line of tanks
Heard your gossip by the way
Like I got lost inside a game
And it was tough to find a save
Now shut up while I clock the final stage

As a kid, I would often hide away
With a pen tryna to occupy the day
Watch friends get jobs that finally pay
I was like "Can you spot a fiver mate?"

Felt so self-conscious tryna explain
How this dumb hobby of mine is maybe
Gonna become a job of mine one day
′Cause hip-hop wasn't quite the same
Back then everyone′d try take the fruits of my labour
They would squash it like a grape
While I threw up on the side of stage
Or forgot which song that I was playing
But man this monster I became has still got that homicidal rage
Still want to stomp a rival's face and leave nothing but an ultraviolet stain (splat!)

Get it good, get it, get it, get it good (get it, get it)
I hit the books, it's what I thought I never could
Feels like I′m living my 19-year-old pipe dream, this is my scene
Doing my thing with my fire team, and they watch my play like a live stream

Oh, he has changed, this is what I′d heard about
Yeah, I have changed, no shit, I'm 30 now
So fuck your word of mouth, just mouth the words
Got champagne for my real friends and real fake pain sham for my real
Ah, fuck it

You got that fake champagne I never sipped on
Don′t want that drank, no, thanks, stop sending it my way
That fake champagne
Stop spilling all your fake champagne

Stop spilling all that fake champagne I never sipped on
Because I hate that taste, stop sending it my way
That fake champagne
Stop spilling all that fake champagne

You got that fake champagne I never sipped on
Don't want that drank, no, thanks, stop sending it my way
That fake champagne,
Stop spilling all your fake champagne

Stop spilling all that fake champagne I never sipped on
Because I hate that taste, stop sending it my way
That fake champagne
Stop spilling all that fake champagne