The Truth
Beach Boy in this ho
Tell me how many times that they really ever do what they say?
Always talking about, oh yeah, back in the day
He said, she said, she was coming up
Well he said, she said, they ain't done enough
And if I had a dime for the times that they lied to my face
I would probably have enough to go fill up my bank
He said, she said, a whole lot of stuff
And I ain't even want to listen no more
Can't fuck up my vision no more
I'm tweny-twenty, ten out of ten on a bad day
Sicker then your dog, and I mean it in a bad way
My chicken getting long, and I'm getting it the fast way, yeah
If you need me, you got to pay me
I'm smelling all the flowers, while your picking off the daisies
Focused on them bitches, should be focused on your lady
This world we live in crazy
Lord forbid you had a baby, damn
Wait, I'm on some other shit
Rollin' on my own, smoking strong, like fuck a bitch
I do what I want, put you on for the fuck of it
Louis her cologne, Saint Laurent on my other chick
I don't lie when I say these things to you
I don't lie when I say these things, they true
I don't lie when I say these things to you
I don't lie when I say these things, they true
Lord, I pray that you keep my big brother safe
I need him to show me how to be a beach boy and get all the girls
I can't wait for him to come back to the beach
Tell me how many times that they really ever do what they say?
Always talking about, oh yeah, back in the day
He said, she said, she was coming up
Well he said, she said, they ain't done enough
And if I had a dime for the times that they lied to my face
I would probably have enough to go fill up my bank
He said, she said, a whole lot of stuff
And I ain't even want to listen no more
Can't fuck up my vision no more
I'm tweny-twenty, ten out of ten on a bad day
Sicker then your dog, and I mean it in a bad way
My chicken getting long, and I'm getting it the fast way, yeah
If you need me, you got to pay me
I'm smelling all the flowers, while your picking off the daisies
Focused on them bitches, should be focused on your lady
This world we live in crazy
Lord forbid you had a baby, damn
Wait, I'm on some other shit
Rollin' on my own, smoking strong, like fuck a bitch
I do what I want, put you on for the fuck of it
Louis her cologne, Saint Laurent on my other chick
I don't lie when I say these things to you
I don't lie when I say these things, they true
I don't lie when I say these things to you
I don't lie when I say these things, they true
Lord, I pray that you keep my big brother safe
I need him to show me how to be a beach boy and get all the girls
I can't wait for him to come back to the beach
Credits
Writer(s): Willie Maxwell, Harry Westlake, Inconnu Compisiteur Auteur
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