repression.

FAKE BLOOD

Unfinished business drove me here

At least, that's what Pete Fox told me

Can't say I was dead all the time though

It's time to uncover the truth of my murder

Next thing they'll see is my eyes like fire

Ready to shut their mouths like never before

Learned how to say things in the right time

The right way, the right place, the right amount

If only Beyoncé could see me in anger now

She'd be proud of my own "Don't Hurt Yourself"

These are the ones who hurt me, they're alive

I'm gonna kill their vibes, cut the happiness

Still spitting bars 'cause I still cannot sing

Watch me get them off-guard with these lyrics

Still making an introduction 'cause I was gone

Gone enough for you to forget me, I know

I gave them what they wanted, fake blood

Fake blood to make 'em believe I was gone

I gave them what they needed, my absence

My absence to make 'em think I'm out of scene

But it's time to give them what I want, damn

True blood, true war, true knives in my hands

And it's time to give them what I need, shit

True words, true punches, true deaths here

Okay, bring the dark beat to my studio

It's funny how I had to kill my on reputation

In the eyes of the entire world I knew then

I was dressed in black, how could you not notice?

Didn't you notice I was doing it all on purpose?

You couldn't see the little smile on my face

When I watched everyone mourn my death

My funeral was the best, I was the dead body

Motherfuckers felt like it was all done for them

But I had to kill my own reputation only because

Their repression killed me first way back then

When I was a little kid imprisoned by their words

Remember everything is not what it seems, baby

Turn around, see what you did years ago to me

Saying I had no right to be who I wanted to be

Saying I had no right to be what I knew I could be

I gave them what they wanted, fake blood

Fake blood to make 'em believe I was gone

I gave them what they needed, my absence

My absence to make 'em think I'm out of scene

But it's time to give them what I want, damn

True blood, true war, true knives in my hands

And it's time to give them what I need, shit

True words, true punches, true deaths here

I knew what I was doing when I let you slap me

I had to take so much pain inside my nerves

And I had to shut every signal of the voice within

Within me, inside my brain, inside my feelings

Saint-Louis, a shelter in those dark moments

When no one should know I was still living

And so I reflected on my days of resentment

It was just like a little quarantine to deal with

Between those four walls, I learned to breathe

Laying in my bed, I learned how to finally think

Look what you made me do, I had a rebirth on me

Felt like Taylor's reputation brought me back here

I sent letters to every person who had hurt me

Cryptical messages, all of them would get it

'Cause once I'm back to roots, now they see

I was there all along, waiting to kill them slowly

I gave them what they wanted, fake blood

Fake blood to make 'em believe I was gone

I gave them what they needed, my absence

My absence to make 'em think I'm out of scene

But it's time to give them what I want, damn

True blood, true war, true knives in my hands

And it's time to give them what I need, shit

True words, true punches, true deaths right here