Don't know if I believe that you're telling me the truth
This is coming from the mind of a frustrated youth
Every time I hear a call every time I watch the news
I can't tell if this is the truth
Tell me what's the truth
Been a question in my mind ever since I was a youth
Is it what the artist spews when in the booth?
Claiming that you ain't ish if you ain't riding in the coup
But musicians not the only guilty culprit
It's everyone from teachers to the pastors in the pulpit
Pitching fabricated stories, they masters in the bullpin
Showing us half the movie but I need to see the full clip
I'm just chasing for the truth, like reporters chasing stories
It's been contaminated like the devil seeking God's glory
You can't handle the truth, trust me it gets gory
Thabz C and I'm still waiting on the true story
Don't know if I believe that you're telling me the truth
This is coming from the mind of a frustrated youth
Every time I hear a call every time I watch the news
I can't tell if this is the truth
I hope I won't be demonized for saying women only care about money and penis size
It's like they at the auction who got the cleanest ride?
And I only hear from her
When she needs to cry
I'm a liar cause I'm black? What about white lies?
And the jokes comparing me to the dark night skies?
And since I'm black I only dap, wait no high fives?
And when I go out to eat, I've gotta have it fried?
Man, I'm trynna see it through your lens
You view me as inferior cause I'm not sittin in a benz
Well those aint considered true friends
They're like barbers they leave soon as you're broke clip off your ends
I don't think it makes you hard just cause you went to jail
It just means you got caught and you couldn't make bail
Now you're paying the educated in your lawyer fees man
Being hot is a matter of degrees
Don't know if I believe that you're telling me the truth
This is coming from the mind of a frustrated youth
Every time I hear a call every time I watch the news
I can't tell if this is the truth
What kind of message are we sending in the booth?
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Don't know if I believe that you're telling me the truth
This is coming from the mind of a frustrated youth
Every time I hear a call every time I watch the news
I can't tell if this is the truth
Tell me what's the truth
Been a question in my mind ever since I was a youth
Is it what the artist spews when in the booth?
Claiming that you ain't ish if you ain't riding in the coup
But musicians not the only guilty culprit
It's everyone from teachers to the pastors in the pulpit
Pitching fabricated stories, they masters in the bullpin
Showing us half the movie but I need to see the full clip
I'm just chasing for the truth, like reporters chasing stories
It's been contaminated like the devil seeking God's glory
You can't handle the truth, trust me it gets gory
Thabz C and I'm still waiting on the true story
Don't know if I believe that you're telling me the truth
This is coming from the mind of a frustrated youth
Every time I hear a call every time I watch the news
I can't tell if this is the truth
I hope I won't be demonized for saying women only care about money and penis size
It's like they at the auction who got the cleanest ride?
And I only hear from her
When she needs to cry
I'm a liar cause I'm black? What about white lies?
And the jokes comparing me to the dark night skies?
And since I'm black I only dap, wait no high fives?
And when I go out to eat, I've gotta have it fried?
Man, I'm trynna see it through your lens
You view me as inferior cause I'm not sittin in a benz
Well those aint considered true friends
They're like barbers they leave soon as you're broke clip off your ends
I don't think it makes you hard just cause you went to jail
It just means you got caught and you couldn't make bail
Now you're paying the educated in your lawyer fees man
Being hot is a matter of degrees
Don't know if I believe that you're telling me the truth
This is coming from the mind of a frustrated youth
Every time I hear a call every time I watch the news
I can't tell if this is the truth
What kind of message are we sending in the booth?
This is coming from the mind of a frustrated youth
Every time I hear a call every time I watch the news
I can't tell if this is the truth
Tell me what's the truth
Been a question in my mind ever since I was a youth
Is it what the artist spews when in the booth?
Claiming that you ain't ish if you ain't riding in the coup
But musicians not the only guilty culprit
It's everyone from teachers to the pastors in the pulpit
Pitching fabricated stories, they masters in the bullpin
Showing us half the movie but I need to see the full clip
I'm just chasing for the truth, like reporters chasing stories
It's been contaminated like the devil seeking God's glory
You can't handle the truth, trust me it gets gory
Thabz C and I'm still waiting on the true story
Don't know if I believe that you're telling me the truth
This is coming from the mind of a frustrated youth
Every time I hear a call every time I watch the news
I can't tell if this is the truth
I hope I won't be demonized for saying women only care about money and penis size
It's like they at the auction who got the cleanest ride?
And I only hear from her
When she needs to cry
I'm a liar cause I'm black? What about white lies?
And the jokes comparing me to the dark night skies?
And since I'm black I only dap, wait no high fives?
And when I go out to eat, I've gotta have it fried?
Man, I'm trynna see it through your lens
You view me as inferior cause I'm not sittin in a benz
Well those aint considered true friends
They're like barbers they leave soon as you're broke clip off your ends
I don't think it makes you hard just cause you went to jail
It just means you got caught and you couldn't make bail
Now you're paying the educated in your lawyer fees man
Being hot is a matter of degrees
Don't know if I believe that you're telling me the truth
This is coming from the mind of a frustrated youth
Every time I hear a call every time I watch the news
I can't tell if this is the truth
What kind of message are we sending in the booth?
Writer: Baeza Fisseha, Thabiso Chirwa
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid