And the record won't stop skipping And the lies just won't stop slipping And besides my reputation's on the line We can fake it for the airwaves Force our smiles, baby, half dead From comparing myself to everyone else around me Everyone else around me

You can pretty lie and say it's okay You can pretty smile and just walk away Pretty much fake your way through anything But you can't cry pretty You can't turn off the flood when the dam breaks When all your mascara is going to waste When things get

I still think of you after all this time Do you think of me too? Just give me a sign, boy I still think of you even though you're not mine I try to play it cool, but I still think of you Remember the night you picked me up? We drove till the sun rose

We get a little crazy We get a little loud We're never gonna fake it We are wild We are free We are more than you think So call us freaks But that's just the way we roll

You can pretty lie and say it's okay You can pretty smile and just walk away Pretty much fake your way through anything But you can't cry pretty You can't turn off the flood when the dam breaks When all your mascara is going to waste When things get

You can pretty lie and say it's okay You can pretty smile and just walk away Pretty much fake your way through anything But you can't cry pretty You can't turn off the flood when the dam breaks When all your mascara is going to waste When things get

We get a little crazy We get a little loud We're never gonna fake it We are wild We are free We are more than you think So call us freaks But that's just the way we roll

Listen, Little Lady this is just the worst way to spend your birthday. It's 30 degrees Thursday, you work late. You was with a perv making dirty, fake love in his Mercedes. Maybe the word, rape, sums up events that take place every night. You wanna get

Maybe I wasn't there It wasn't all to share, but there In another life, I surely was there I care, I care And you and you and you and me I can’t fake humble just 'cause your ass is insecure Love's gonna get you killed But pride’s gonna be the death of

Haters gon' say it's fake If you know what's good And they ain't leavin' till six in the morning (six in the morning) (If you know what's good) (If you know what's good) come on And no, this ain't the clean version Your friends, my friends All my haters