LEARN LYRICS

How lovely it is to see a frustrated artist turn mean
When he's just bad
Just 'cause he keeps at it doesn't make it good
Buttering him up to be nice leads nowhere
Now tell the truth, the truth
Tell the truth, the truth
Especially if it's your buddy, the truth
Hurting him matters, the truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Nothing but the truth
Tell the truth
You hadn't even started your album
You were already saying nobody was ready
You had fifteen buddies, you sold fifteen copies
Looks like nobody was ready
Just wanting legend status isn't enough to get inside it
You've got nothing original, nothing unexpected
The moment you talk, I get déjà vu
You'll never force people to want to hear your noise
I'm nice behind my screen
But in the real world, I destroy you
If I say this, it's for your own good
You brag like a Gucci handbag
But you hear neither the right notes nor the advice
Alone in your world like a Tamagotchi
Normally it goes
'Don't listen to others, live your dreams'
But you're the exception that proves the rule
Your album is an MRI session
To sell it, you make up a thug life
Seriously, have you seen yourself like you'd ever be G
Go back to your mom's, bye bye, arrivederci
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Nothing but the truth
The truth, the truth
Tell the truth
The truth, the truth
Why do you hurt yourself
Are you a total dumb*ss or do you have no ego
I feel awkward like when somebody tells me
A joke and I know it's not gonna be funny
Pretend you're close to your fans
You're close to your victims like a scammer
You charge them fifty bucks and you still don't know how to hold a mic
Too much hype for your real level
Your sucker friends are liars
You're in philosophy class doing Migos
The album's a chemo session
Sick of hearing you spout whatever
Just so it rhymes, I'm
Sick, everybody uses the same expressions
It's a Smurf-party
I'm sick of it, you shouldn't have sold your soul to the devil
Stop whining about your label, I'm sick of it
Of your love songs where you compare your girl to your mom, sick
Of your crappy DV clips
Of your failed attempts at hits
Zero charisma, you should've masked up
You can't even plagiarize, f*ck
How lovely it is to see a frustrated artist turn mean
When he's just bad
Just 'cause he keeps at it doesn't make it good
Buttering him up to be nice leads nowhere
Now tell the truth
The truth, the truth
Tell the truth
The truth, the truth
Especially if it's your buddy
The truth, the truth
Hurting him matters
The truth
Tell the truth
The truth
Tell the truth
The truth
Nothing but the truth
The truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth