Close your eyes and bow your head
Welcome to the funeral The Hype Is Dead
Cross yourself and pay respect
Believe me when I tell you that the hype is dead
What a business
Fifteen minutes
Tell me is this
Fifteen minutes
Gimme my
Hold up. Can ya hold my drink while I glow up
Gorgin' on the hype until ya throw up
But they'll be be jumping ship when I blow up
Lets face it. This could be something so amazing
Im so fuckin close that I can taste it
But someone will go posting how I'm wasted
Close your eyes and bow your head
Welcome to the funeral The Hype Is Dead
Cross yourself and pay respect
Believe me when I tell you that the hype is dead
What a business
Fifteen minutes
Tell me is this
Fifteen minutes
Gimme my
Can. You. See. The. Fakeness.
Don't believe the ones that call it greatness
Banking on the hype to make them famous
Changing up their tune it's like a playlist
Come feel this. I'll never stop talking bout the realness
Nothing but the truth because I need this
If you believed the hype you're gonna grieve this
Close your eyes and bow your head
Welcome to the funeral The Hype Is Dead
Cross yourself and pay respect
Believe me when I tell you that the hype is dead
What a business
Fifteen minutes
Tell me is this
Fifteen minutes
Gimme my
This whole thing is throwing me wicked fast
Living inside of a Looking glass
How do I escape the shadows cast
I'll keep creating some shit that lasts