They paint their faces, draw the lines
Perfect smiles, artificial shines
Their world's a stage, each move a dance
More concerned with likes than with chance
They pose, they pout, they play the part
Hollow beats without a heart
I'm not here just for show
I let the true colors glow
I create, I share, I write
Pour my soul out every night
They can keep their empty fame
They chase the glitter, grasp at gold
Forget the stories left untold
Their lyrics empty, void of truth
Lost the passion, they bleed to blend
I'll stay true until the end
(Ohoh)
I'm not here just for show
I let the true colors glow
I create, I share, I write
Pour my soul out every nigh.
They can keep their empty fame
(Fick Fame)
They play the game, the endless race
Mask the fear they can't erase
But I'll stand tall, I'll make a stand
With my mic in my hand
Not here to fit, to mold, to blend
I'll stay true till the end
I'm not here just for show
I let the true colors glow
I create, I share, I write
Pour my soul out every night
They can keep their empty fame
They play the game, the endless race
Mask the fear they can't erase
But I'll stand tall, I'll make a stand
With my mic in my hand
Not here to fit, to mold, to blend
I'll stay true till the end
I'm not here just for show
I let the true colors glow
I create, I share, I write
Pour my soul out every night
They can keep their empty fame
So let them talk, let them boast
Of the things they value most
I'll keep on, I'll stay true
Making music just for you
Not for show, not for fame
Bustn, that's my name