Truth
Looking back and overseeing.
What took over every aspect of my own being.
I was simply being, a human being, site seeing.
Unseeing, the ugly truth of my wellbeing.
Eternal cynicism. Exorcism.
A crimson vision or a reputation of
Intimidation, stimulation
Affirmation, compensation.
The fabrication of your falsified reincarnation.
All you got is fake friends, fake trends,
Fake amends, girlfriends on weekends
Which transcends to misspends
And deep ends, equates to zero dividends
How's about telling the truth for a minute?
It seems like you aint innit to win it.
Honesty, is the best policy so why not
Spend your breath on a bit of positivity?
The truth needs to be told, you better fold.
2 queens dont cut it so you better fold.
The truth needs to be told, you better fold.
2 queens dont cut it
The truth needs to be told, you better fold.
2 queens dont cut it so you better fold.
The truth needs to be told, you better fold.
2 queens dont cut it
Liar liar bullshit mouth's on fire.
Throw the white towel it's time to retire.
The new generation pushing through and moving up.
There's no more need for broken scenes,
Themes or broken dreams.
Hoax-filled existence, passive, sociopathic
Consistence, Gonna keep my distance
And we should just agree to disagree
For eternity but probably not in harmony.
Cause no one cares bout your shoes, bout your house,
Bout your boat, bout your suit, bout your watch bout your bank,
Bout your clothes, bout your drugs, bout
Your stocks, bout your past,
Bout your cash bout your bling, you aint no king.
Counterfeit conversations,
Fraudulent intimidations,
Artificial stimulation.
Your escape from phoney self assassination,
Brainwashed entire nation, probation, fixation
The truth needs to be told, you better fold.
2 queens dont cut it so you better you fold.
The truth needs to be told, you better fold.
2 queens dont cut it
The truth needs to be told, you better fold.
2 queens dont cut it so you better you fold.
The truth needs to be told, you better fold.
2 queens dont cut it
An older version of the sickest perversion.
An excursion in the darkest part of the mind's aversion.
That part of your brain, that makes you insane,
And cant contain your pain and gain and fuck your game
Borders and orders,
Hoarders and horrors.
Leaning in mental disorders.
Psychotic thoughts, connect the dots,
Gun shots and afterthoughts
Of sketchy plots while your soul slowly rots.
Distorted facts, in high hopes to distract
Your bullshit impacts and reenacts,
Death tax in which you served the max,
I got an axe to clean out your earwax
We want the real story when you enter our territory,
Stop spreading gossip it's hurting Your repertory.
So go take a nap Pathetic chap
If not we'll strap you down like an
Antarctic cold snap
What took over every aspect of my own being.
I was simply being, a human being, site seeing.
Unseeing, the ugly truth of my wellbeing.
Eternal cynicism. Exorcism.
A crimson vision or a reputation of
Intimidation, stimulation
Affirmation, compensation.
The fabrication of your falsified reincarnation.
All you got is fake friends, fake trends,
Fake amends, girlfriends on weekends
Which transcends to misspends
And deep ends, equates to zero dividends
How's about telling the truth for a minute?
It seems like you aint innit to win it.
Honesty, is the best policy so why not
Spend your breath on a bit of positivity?
The truth needs to be told, you better fold.
2 queens dont cut it so you better fold.
The truth needs to be told, you better fold.
2 queens dont cut it
The truth needs to be told, you better fold.
2 queens dont cut it so you better fold.
The truth needs to be told, you better fold.
2 queens dont cut it
Liar liar bullshit mouth's on fire.
Throw the white towel it's time to retire.
The new generation pushing through and moving up.
There's no more need for broken scenes,
Themes or broken dreams.
Hoax-filled existence, passive, sociopathic
Consistence, Gonna keep my distance
And we should just agree to disagree
For eternity but probably not in harmony.
Cause no one cares bout your shoes, bout your house,
Bout your boat, bout your suit, bout your watch bout your bank,
Bout your clothes, bout your drugs, bout
Your stocks, bout your past,
Bout your cash bout your bling, you aint no king.
Counterfeit conversations,
Fraudulent intimidations,
Artificial stimulation.
Your escape from phoney self assassination,
Brainwashed entire nation, probation, fixation
The truth needs to be told, you better fold.
2 queens dont cut it so you better you fold.
The truth needs to be told, you better fold.
2 queens dont cut it
The truth needs to be told, you better fold.
2 queens dont cut it so you better you fold.
The truth needs to be told, you better fold.
2 queens dont cut it
An older version of the sickest perversion.
An excursion in the darkest part of the mind's aversion.
That part of your brain, that makes you insane,
And cant contain your pain and gain and fuck your game
Borders and orders,
Hoarders and horrors.
Leaning in mental disorders.
Psychotic thoughts, connect the dots,
Gun shots and afterthoughts
Of sketchy plots while your soul slowly rots.
Distorted facts, in high hopes to distract
Your bullshit impacts and reenacts,
Death tax in which you served the max,
I got an axe to clean out your earwax
We want the real story when you enter our territory,
Stop spreading gossip it's hurting Your repertory.
So go take a nap Pathetic chap
If not we'll strap you down like an
Antarctic cold snap
Credits
Writer(s): Romain Henri Olivier Descampe, Egil Petter Franzen, Elvin Bayete Galland, Julie Rens, Sasha Vovk
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