I'd like to put meaning into my every word
But it's actually quite hard to give them any worth
Fake it until you make it
No, it doesn't really work that way
Effort isn't worth shit at the end of the day
Some people are a little kind
If you insult yourself they'll be quick to decline
Hell, maybe it helps boost the ego a little
But I can throw everything at the wall, see what sticks
And all I end up with, at the floor, is some horrendous mix
Put it all in the oven, just say fuck it
Get me that New York Time's Best Seller, like a damn hypocrite
Because lord knows I complain enough about 50 shades
No complaining when I get that movie deal though
All that'll matter then will be the incoming dough
