Lyrics

They met in the hills, money under the table
Fake Jordans on his feet, man, this dude ain't stable
50K to retreat, but the spirit went dry
Bronson's whole life built on one big lie
Trying to swindle Tony, yeah, he saw right through
Faking who you are, man, that's nothing new
Your father, the child, kept it out of sight
15 years later, you can't make it right
Same day delivery, dropped in with the seat
Promises hollow, but the bread's still sweet
Bronson's circle tight, but they all hollow clones
His money real fake, like them Jordans on his bones
Stole from Nolan, just a kid with dreams
Took his ideas, now he's scheming new schemes
Lonely ghosts, yeah, they built up the fake
Cash out now before the brand breaks
Building castles out of glass
Fake reflections never last
Where you gonna go when the truth is near
Every ghost you chase is here
Echoes of you lost in the tide
You can't run from what you hide
Shadows haunting every step
Lonely ghosts with nothing left
Building castles out of glass
Fake reflections never last
Where you gonna go when the truth is near
Every ghost you chase is here
Echoes of you lost in the tide
You can't run from what you hide
Shadows haunting every step
Lonely ghosts with nothing left
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Written by: Digital Rose
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