More songs by Dominic Fike
Description
A glossy world where smiles are filtered and stories are collected like a network of likes and collaborations. On the surface, everything is smooth: glasses clink, photos fly into stories, music drowns out doubts. But behind this facade lies a quiet melancholy and a little bit of unrehearsed truth that only breaks through when the screen goes dark. The result is a soundtrack about a double life: brilliant and very fragile at the same time.
FEATURING REYN SPENCER
DIRECTOR: JACK BEGERT
SCREENPLAY: RID BENNETT
EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: SAM CANTER AND ALEX COCO
PRODUCER: MEREDITH CURRY
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY: CHRISTOPHER RIPLEY AND DREW DANIELS
EDITING: JACK BEGERT AND WILL TUCK
STYLING: TAYLOR MACNEIL
EDUCATIONAL DIRECTOR: ERIC HERSHY
ART DIRECTOR: LEO ARROYO
CREATIVE CONSULTANT: CLAYBORN BUJORIAN
CASTING: MICHELLE MANSOUR
COLOR: AUBREY WOODWISS
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oh, you're a great pretender
The influencer who always spoke so kindly
You got your friends and your intricate web
But they don't know how sorry
You are, to the naked eye, just a passerby, yeah
But I see the Carolina that you left behind, yeah-yeah
So put a shot glass up and go, "Whoo-whoo"
Girl, you'll always have somethin' I desire
When the clock stands up, it's a new-ooh day
You'll always have someone there beside ya
I'll be your kickstand and your rider
I'll be your right hand and your provider, baby
You need someone close that can give you space
I'll be your NASA, but naturally, you could stay
We make the capital, California, USA, when you show up
Two Capricorns that can pay for they own stuff
I owned up, you owned up, yeah, yeah, oh
Oh, you're a great pretender
The influencer who always spoke so kindly (ooh-ooh)
You got your friends and your intricate web (ooh-ooh)
But they don't know how sorry
You are, to the naked eye, just a passerby, yeah (ooh-ooh)
But I see the Carolina that you left behind, yeah-yeah
Some more for me, one more for her too (whoa)
Pop off a shirt and hop under covers
Burn through the, uh, burn through the rubbers
Watchin' shitty movies, skippin' Mario Lopez
The menu wasn't hittin', so we ditched the room service
Went to the lobby
And then I took a pill and I came outta my body, yeah
So put a shot glass up and make eye contact to get lucky
Pull your iPhone out, take a picture when the food comin'
Make sure I'm not in it
'Cause I'm not here, we on bidness, bidness
Oh, you're a great pretender
The influencer who always spoke so kindly (ooh-ooh)
You got your friends and your intricate web (ooh-ooh)
But they don't know how sorry
You are, to the naked eye, just a passerby, yeah (ooh-ooh)
But I see the Carolina that you left behind (ooh-ooh)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh