Nda/Trxst

(Do you feel like you're taking a risk, Mac Miller?)
(Um, I, like, like, I feel it's very vulnerable for me I'm very out there on this album)
(So it's a bit of a risk)
(Yeah, but, but, it feels good)

You can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself
We ain't fucking, you're just fucking with my head
Didn't know that I was balling like it's NBA
Now everytime I fuck a bitch she signs an NDA

You can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself
We ain't fucking, you're just fucking with my head
Didn't know that I was balling like it's NBA
Now everytime I fuck a bitch she signs an NDA

Keep on changing teams she think she Raheem Sterling
Spreading fake rumours, I feel like Kyrie Irving
Too many fucking lies, got my brain hurting
Fuck yo' rage, i burn that sage, I'm chilling while you hurting

Allegations, accusations
Threats, claims and rumors
Shawty say she cancer
I say, "yeah, and a tumor"

Tryna front for everybody
But the truth consumes her
How you such a fucking clown
Yet make me lose my humor?

But keep on chatting shit though
You know you ain't it though
Where the fuck is self respect?
You threw it out the window
Keep on playing with everybody
The world is your Nintendo
Calls it King shit
But it's more like Sacramento

(You know they suck, right?)
(I mean I don't make the rules, you know? That's just how it is)

(And like, I am very in belief,)
(That fear is a very guiding thing in life)

You can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself, (don't lie)
We ain't fucking, you're just fucking with my head, (fucking with my head)
Didn't know that I was balling like it's NBA
Now everytime I fuck a bitch she signs an NDA, (NDA)

You can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself
We ain't fucking, you're just fucking with my head
Didn't know that I was balling like it's NBA
Now everytime I fuck a bitch she signs an NDA, (NDA)

(Sometimes will influence your creative process like, like)
(Comparing your music to other people's music)
(Or, or, what's hot right now? Or where are the bangers?)
(Which is like the, the, the worst question to ask yourself at the end of a creative Process)
(Cause you'll have a whole idea and all of a sudden you'll be like)
(But hold on? Where are the bangers?)

(I had an idea and I just wanted to stick with it, and, and, whatever happens with it Happens. You know?)

I'm painting a picture
Painting you villain
Got all these walls
Ain't got no ceiling
Might get a rise
Won't do the killing
Fuck everything up
Just for a feeling

Just to feel something, you curious
Clowning our lives, hilarious
Bitch, you really can't be serious?
At least I got all this material

So no
I gotta let you know
That I can never trust you anymore

I'm throwing facts
So, she throwing blame
Missing me lately
Fuck all her aim
Friends, family, or enemies
Cause you know, lately
Fuck it man, it's all the same
Either way you tryna fuck up my brain
Either way you all about yo' gain
At least I got all these tracks
Hearin' em back
Instead of hearing complains

Run it back, run it back
Running again
808s slapping
I'm speakin' my pain
All of you fake, American pageants
Smoke in my mouth, American dragon
I'm Jake Longing, we not the same
Cause you on that Danny Phantom bandwagon
Know where you headed, it's the same pattern
You and me? Nah, it can't happen

So no
I gotta let you know
That I can't ever trust you anymore