Pennan Brae - Fake

Feelin' kinda rusty
As I head on down the road
Air's gettin' plenty dusty
Tires kickin' gravel stones

You better stop stop
Think before you come round again
You better knock knock
Find yourself a brand new friend
You can file an appeal but there's simply nothing to contend

Feelin' kinda groggy
As I take this hairpin turn
Sky's gettin' plenty foggy
Leveraging the sun's slow burn

You better stop stop
Things are not yet on the mend
You better knock knock
Think bout what you did again
Some personal reflection's solely what I recommend

Not gonna break
Ain't gonna run
From my mistakes
I'm gonna give
Ain't gonna take
I want it real
Don't want no fakes
No

Weary and lambasted
Unfolding down this straightaway
Warning signs are pasted
I should pit and end my day

You better stop stop
Think of what it could portend
You better knock knock
Contemplate it once again
Your credit line is drawn it's impossible to extend

Not gonna break
Ain't gonna run
From my mistakes
I'm gonna give
Ain't gonna take
I want it real
Don't want no fakes
No

Written by:
Robert Osmond

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