False kings

[Verse 1]
Make way for the king
They tell me, "bow, that's policy"
Gold frame on a hollow dream
All crown, no honesty
Red rope, velvet on the floor
They love rules, I love open doors
I'm not carved for a tidy lane
I burn maps, then I board the train (yeah)
[Chorus]
You call it power, I call it a play
Whole court talking, I just walk away
I'm not meant to move how you move, same beat
To me it's all just a game, make believe
You call it holy, I call it a scene
Painted faces in a faded routine
I'm not bending just to fit your frame
To me it's all just a game, make believe
[Verse 2]
They chase seats at a crooked table
Trade their truth for a plastic label
I see strings in their pretty fables
Every “forever” sounds unstable
"Fall in line, you could live like this"
But my soul don't bargain for a title list
I'd rather miss what they swear is the dream
Than wake up stuck in somebody else's scheme (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
You call it power, I call it a play
Whole court talking, I just walk away
I'm not meant to move how you move, same beat
To me it's all just a game, make believe
You call it holy, I call it a scene
Painted faces in a faded routine
I'm not bending just to fit your frame
To me it's all just a game, make believe
[Bridge]
If every throne needs broken knees
You can keep that empty seat
I’ll be out where the wild ones breathe
Far from your palace of make believe (hey)
[Chorus]
You call it power, I call it a play
Whole court talking, I just walk away
I'm not meant to move how you move, same beat
To me it's all just a game, make believe
You call it holy, I call it a scene
Painted faces in a faded routine
I'm not bending just to fit your frame
To me it's all just a game, make believe

rap, Cinematic pop-rap with male vocals over moody piano, airy pads, and tight, punchy drums. Verses are conversational