You're so fake   You're so fucking fake   You're about to break      Steal from me, I'll steal from you   By the end of this song   Your face will be black and blue   Look what you made me do   Look what you made me do    Anna Wintour would puke   I'm too Scene for you   Now on to act two      See their clothes, their hair   There's Scene Kids everywhere   I'm getting scared, oh!   Don't call us, we’ll call you   Don’t kill us, we'll kill you      See their clothes, their hair   There's Scene Kids everywhere   I'm starting to stare   I'm getting scared   Too much flair, the aesthetic is pathetic   Yeah, I said it!      See their clothes, their hair   There's Scene Kids everywhere, oh!      Imitation is the most sincere form of plagiarism      You're so fake   You're so fucking fake   I'm about to break