And nowhere to hide I'm running from the enemy inside I'll fight for my life I think I've lost my way Because I got nowhere to run And try to survive Can't fake it anymore I swear I'll give up my fears This is the end of me

Did I? Did I? Hurt your feelings when I stunted like that Hurt your feelings when I hustled like that Waste my time, tryna keep it all running You can't fake it You can't take it Cause I'm up right now, been up I'll come down when I'm not so high And

Haters gon' say it's fake If you know what's good And they ain't leavin' till six in the morning (six in the morning) (If you know what's good) (If you know what's good) come on And no, this ain't the clean version Your friends, my friends All my haters

Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em And I ain't got the time, money on my mind Only thing they're good for is leaving I'll say it to your face, fuck fake friends I've had it up to the ceiling Is there anybody real out here? Got my middle, middle up

This is the sound beating of my loves Left alone, left alone, left alone Breathe out sorrow Breathe in sorrow Gonna watch you fake it now Will I freak can I calm down And I take it all at a loss Gonna find them peace in loss Holding by the knees and vow

Every time you drop a bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, Boom, Boom, I'm walking through your streets Where all your money's earning Where all your buildings crying And clueless neckties working Revolving fake lawn houses Housing all your

These will be the years The lights will all appear But now they're mine The sun hits like a bullet of faith And then suddenly I'm wide awake Fake bliss, our apologies made Was an enemy with no escape My hands were tied

I'll fake you out All I wanna And I'll break down And I'll fake you out And I'll fall And I'll break And I'll fake You say I'm not alone, but I am petrified You say that you are close, is close the closest star?

She want me, I ain't want her, ooh She want me to be her boo You so silly, don't get it confused Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh Big bank, we gettin' paid over here Broke niggas, go stand over there Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there

(All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of y'all are fake) Back against the wall (fuck!) And my pocket against the wall Still hanging in the hall Never change, I'm the same (nope) Please don't fucking call me, no (no) The person you are trying