fake it till
Brama Sukarma
Pre-Cleared
Pursuing his inclination towards jazz trombone, Brama moved to New York. Though he imagined a life immersed in the jazz scene, he discovered that it failed to satisfy his musical cravings. Over the years, he expanded his musical toolkit, studying classical composition, composing film scores and theater works, penning down his own songs and learning the fine art of production and mixing. This has helped him carve out a niche in the music industry and define his unique sound.
Brama's musical universe is significantly influenced by industry stalwarts like Prince, David Bowie, Herbie Hancock, Kate Bush, Brian Eno, and Miles Davis. What he admires most about these luminaries, and emphasizes on in his journey, is their ability to evolve with time, shifting their sounds as they continue to grow, thus paving the way for dynamic and vibrant music.
ISRC
QZMEV2329339
Custom Track ID
rfNLYr6BGFwG
Composers
Brama Dhan Sukarma (BMI) 100.00%
Original Publishers
Brama Sukarma d/b/a Better Dreams in Sound Music (BMI) 100.00%
Master Owners
Brama Dhan Sukarma 100.00%
Lyrics
Everybody in the room
is dancing all around me
But I don’t know what the song
is telling me, how do I move around?
The beat is killing time
But I keep up face because I want all the people to look my way
And see that I know what to do
and if I’m worth the space to give away
Fake it till I make (fake it till I make)
Something of myself
Fake it till I make (fake it till I make)
Something of myself
Fake it till I make (fake it till I make)
Something of myself
I gotta know when to give up give in
Wear a suit I can’t afford
But tell them I got it free if asked
Just trying to get in through the door
Gotta ask the bouncer to let me pass
“Am I on the list tonight?”
That’s a good question good question
Tell them “Can I be on it can I be on it?”
Can I be on it?
I won’t tell a soul I won’t tell a soul no
Fake it till I make (fake it till I make)
Something of myself
Fake it till I make (fake it till I make)
Something of myself
Fake it till I make (fake it till I make)
Something of myself
I gotta know how to give up give in
Fake it till I make (fake it till I make)
Something of myself
Fake it till I make (fake it till I make)
Something of myself
Fake it till I make (fake it till I make)
Something of myself
I gotta know how to give up give in
In their eyes they know
Saying hey like I don’t belong
Can’t bring me here to stay
Yellow tank top in a sea of tuxes
Tried my hand at the top
Shoot for the middle the ride is rough
But the body adjusts
Not so bad living like you’re one of us
