Paroles de 'Its True' par Sandpeople

IAME:
As far as the name it’s, far from household
I’m almost famous, if famous was another word for unknown
Bein’ humble’s a given, I set up goals and live within my means
It’s nothin fancy but I’m livin my dreams
I’m not that rapper makin millions off loss and on the t.v screen
I’m just tryna pay the bills so I can watch some t.v
Seein on how it’s a window to a world that’s not right
Full of dumb ass people who make me feel better about my own life
So you can ride on dicks for a sec then add it to your list of regrets
But show the kids some respect, cus he consistently wrecks
When performin, rep the thorn city and set with two crews
That’s over thirty dudes, most have never heard the music
It’s SP and the OD but on the flip side
When your DJ stands for day job, it’s not very hip hop
Goodnight I’m through killin it, quit waving your white flags
I don’t care what you might say, I won’t be listenin to you anyway

Chorus
And if y’all believin this then cool
Understandin what I’m sayin, it’s true
Listen, I’m not lyin, it’s true
And if y’all believin this then cool
Understandin what I’m sayin, it’s true
So what do I do when real life gets too boring
It, it tells a, it, it tells a story

Sapient:
I’m not gonna rant about how abominate this gossip is
You got it twisted if you think only women got caught up in it
So here’s a taste of the latest Sapient bulletin
I’ll tell you all you need to know, or at least make up some bullshit
Like, I’m compulsive yea, I’m obsessive too, I’m alright
I just gotta touch the wall twice before I exit rooms
Me, m-m-me, me, I talk about myself that’s not a rumor
But what is is that I’m a rock producer with microscopic tumors
Let’s say I’m a story teller, confined to my lonely cellar
Writing stories about my life, only better
Please get to know me better
There aint no skeletons in my closet, my closet is full of pastel woven sweaters
Seriously, I won’t hesitate to go in your veins
So take it in stride as you tell grapes on the vine
Informational drama, at least I started the problem
Go on now, not passin it on is regarded as thoughtless

Chorus

Al-One:
Listen, true or false, I had sex with your baby mama
Yolanda in Rwanda with no condom in the sauna
Well then, who’s at fault
Me if the crime is bein handsome
But what about the stabbin dude dyin in the bath
Yea-ills, charge you but drop, but they barge in my spot
Armed with they glocks while I was in the backyard harvestin pot
I was shook, startled, and shocked
But still managed to dart in my Dodge Dart to a nearby park and just watch
Reaction from afar, relaxin in my car
I broke out the plastic jar and a package of cigars
I got so bent I started laughin like a ‘tard
And past out right there and woke up in Ashland with a broad
In a mansion, with a bar, but a fanciest of art
Decorated the walls, y’all don’t believe me, "Hey Alex is that honest to God?"
Nah, but I put that on you
And that gives me plenty incentive to keep tellin the truth

Chorus

Outro
Kill, k-k-kill (x3)
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill, k-k-kill (x3)
Kill