ColdxMan - Fake lyrics

So where the [ __ ] is my Face? I think I may have misplaced Do I belong to a state A nation or even a race Because if I do I feel fake And if I don’t I feel fake And if I do I feel And if a donut is ate With no one around to See it, hear it, smell it, or taste it Then is it even a pastry I could say it’s a cake But if I do I feel fake And if I don’t I feel Hate everything that I love Love everything that I hate Hate every drink that I chug Chug every drink in the place Placing the one that I love Onto a level that’s fake Onto a level that’s Love everyone that I hate Hate everyone that I love Chug every drink in the place Hate every drink that I chug Hate you for saying my pain Is the only reason we [ __ ] I brush it off with a shrug I’m at the end of my rope And I’mma use it to choke People who can’t a joke People who say that their woke Don’t poke the bear when you’re sleeping Or you’ll get broke like a yoke Or you’ll get broke like a Pooping and checking my phone Because I know if I don’t Then I’mma be all alone With all my demons and ghosts At the beginning of life But I’m at the end of my rope I’m at the end of my [Chorus] So (I’m at the end of my) Fake (I’m at the end of my) Nothing is okay Maybe it’s safe in your mind Maybe it’s safe in your mind Maybe your zodiac sign Has the answers you can find The universe is divine Because it has you in mind It wouldn’t leave you behind Well if it has me in mind Then it wouldn’t leave me behind I have some questions at it to level at it primarily why But also who, what, where, when And how will I die And how will I die Jezebel, Afropunk, and Buzzfeed say I’m hated for Daring to date the Maryland Mayo Whitey I’m dating But I’m the punk with the afro and braces In 7th grade and the white kids tugging my hair until the tears Clouded my face So don’t tell me I’m hated for [ __ ]ing interracial relations There’s really n*ggas out here who nostalgic for segregation There’s really n*ggas out here who nostalgic for segregation Don’t tell me I’m problematic (Don’t tell me I’m problematic) I’ve seriously [ __ ]ing had it I’ll [ __ ] you all in the ass like Gomorrah and Sodom happened again But God wasn’t mad at it Jesus Christ was a f*ggot and Mary was a p*ssy magnet Jehova was bending over so that Moses could [ __ ]ing tap it I guess that I’m problematic I guess that I’m problematic To all you sensitive asses I’m at the end of my rope And I’mma use it to choke People who can’t take a joke People who say that their woke Don’t poke the bear when you’re sleeping Or you’ll get broke like a yoke Or you’ll get broke like a Pooping and checking my phone Because I know if I don’t Then I’mma be all alone With all my demons and ghosts At the beginning of life But I’m at the end of my rope I’m at the end of my So (I’m at the end of my) Fake (I’m at the end of my) Nothing is okay So (I’m at the end of my) Fake (I’m at the end of my) Nothing is okay So (I’m at the end of my) Fake (I’m at the end of my) Nothing is okay So (I’m at the end of my) Fake (I’m at the end of my) Nothing is okay Am I convincing you