Song | The Truth (feat. Roisin And J-Live) |
Artist | Handsome Boy Modeling School |
Album | MasterCuts - Bar Social |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Go | |
Go to the mountain if you must | |
Go to the burning bush | |
Happy would ease your troubled mind | |
How do the fade just stay behind | |
I know you better | |
than you think I do | |
Don't worry babe | |
this is why I fell in love with you | |
The man in the looking glass | |
Is looking back at you at last | |
You can't hide from the truth | |
Because the truth is all there is | |
You can't hide from the truth | |
Because the truth is all there is | |
You can't hide from the truth | |
Because the truth is all there is | |
You can't hide | |
If happy times are | |
too few and far between | |
It's a pity dear | |
we can't erase the things we've seen | |
So disappear | |
vanish if you wish | |
Just go before you're | |
swallowed up by bitterness | |
And the truth is you can't | |
hide from the truth | |
And the truth hurts | |
because the truth is all there is | |
I realized some time ago | |
that I would have to let you go | |
May not be true to see | |
that you would return one day | |
But in your present state you may | |
as well not be here at all | |
You wear a thin disguise | |
it's from yourself you hide | |
Just take a look at us | |
we are heading for a fall | |
Now presiding in this quarter hip-hop | |
Justice my rap forté | |
Judge jury | |
bailing for prosecuting DA | |
Et ceteras paraphas | |
My modus operende | |
It's carpe diem whether the fact | |
or word is your way | |
Comprende | |
The people versus you ain't no Sensi | |
Teaching that style of word-play | |
We got the words they | |
Regardless of what your friends say | |
They're all disable | |
Striken from the record | |
and deemed indimissable | |
And this long arm of the | |
law grabs a mighter | |
Shoot dope lines first | |
and ask questions later | |
The death sentence of this | |
live litagator | |
Close the case tighter | |
than the jaws of a 'gator | |
Stenonographer | |
that study law again | |
the jargon | |
Let your counselors 'a barking | |
in hopes of a plea bargain | |
But when you read back verbatim | |
What they're saying to pursuade them | |
They realize exactly | |
how I've played them | |
I come with the truth | |
whole truth and nothing but | |
'Cause the truth hurts | |
just as much as fuckin' with lies will | |
I brew skill with free fills | |
from now until | |
Plagerizing MC's get their flows |
Go | |
Go to the mountain if you must | |
Go to the burning bush | |
Happy would ease your troubled mind | |
How do the fade just stay behind | |
I know you better | |
than you think I do | |
Don' t worry babe | |
this is why I fell in love with you | |
The man in the looking glass | |
Is looking back at you at last | |
You can' t hide from the truth | |
Because the truth is all there is | |
You can' t hide from the truth | |
Because the truth is all there is | |
You can' t hide from the truth | |
Because the truth is all there is | |
You can' t hide | |
If happy times are | |
too few and far between | |
It' s a pity dear | |
we can' t erase the things we' ve seen | |
So disappear | |
vanish if you wish | |
Just go before you' re | |
swallowed up by bitterness | |
And the truth is you can' t | |
hide from the truth | |
And the truth hurts | |
because the truth is all there is | |
I realized some time ago | |
that I would have to let you go | |
May not be true to see | |
that you would return one day | |
But in your present state you may | |
as well not be here at all | |
You wear a thin disguise | |
it' s from yourself you hide | |
Just take a look at us | |
we are heading for a fall | |
Now presiding in this quarter hiphop | |
Justice my rap forte | |
Judge jury | |
bailing for prosecuting DA | |
Et ceteras paraphas | |
My modus operende | |
It' s carpe diem whether the fact | |
or word is your way | |
Comprende | |
The people versus you ain' t no Sensi | |
Teaching that style of wordplay | |
We got the words they | |
Regardless of what your friends say | |
They' re all disable | |
Striken from the record | |
and deemed indimissable | |
And this long arm of the | |
law grabs a mighter | |
Shoot dope lines first | |
and ask questions later | |
The death sentence of this | |
live litagator | |
Close the case tighter | |
than the jaws of a ' gator | |
Stenonographer | |
that study law again | |
the jargon | |
Let your counselors ' a barking | |
in hopes of a plea bargain | |
But when you read back verbatim | |
What they' re saying to pursuade them | |
They realize exactly | |
how I' ve played them | |
I come with the truth | |
whole truth and nothing but | |
' Cause the truth hurts | |
just as much as fuckin' with lies will | |
I brew skill with free fills | |
from now until | |
Plagerizing MC' s get their flows |
Go | |
Go to the mountain if you must | |
Go to the burning bush | |
Happy would ease your troubled mind | |
How do the fade just stay behind | |
I know you better | |
than you think I do | |
Don' t worry babe | |
this is why I fell in love with you | |
The man in the looking glass | |
Is looking back at you at last | |
You can' t hide from the truth | |
Because the truth is all there is | |
You can' t hide from the truth | |
Because the truth is all there is | |
You can' t hide from the truth | |
Because the truth is all there is | |
You can' t hide | |
If happy times are | |
too few and far between | |
It' s a pity dear | |
we can' t erase the things we' ve seen | |
So disappear | |
vanish if you wish | |
Just go before you' re | |
swallowed up by bitterness | |
And the truth is you can' t | |
hide from the truth | |
And the truth hurts | |
because the truth is all there is | |
I realized some time ago | |
that I would have to let you go | |
May not be true to see | |
that you would return one day | |
But in your present state you may | |
as well not be here at all | |
You wear a thin disguise | |
it' s from yourself you hide | |
Just take a look at us | |
we are heading for a fall | |
Now presiding in this quarter hiphop | |
Justice my rap forté | |
Judge jury | |
bailing for prosecuting DA | |
Et ceteras paraphas | |
My modus operende | |
It' s carpe diem whether the fact | |
or word is your way | |
Comprende | |
The people versus you ain' t no Sensi | |
Teaching that style of wordplay | |
We got the words they | |
Regardless of what your friends say | |
They' re all disable | |
Striken from the record | |
and deemed indimissable | |
And this long arm of the | |
law grabs a mighter | |
Shoot dope lines first | |
and ask questions later | |
The death sentence of this | |
live litagator | |
Close the case tighter | |
than the jaws of a ' gator | |
Stenonographer | |
that study law again | |
the jargon | |
Let your counselors ' a barking | |
in hopes of a plea bargain | |
But when you read back verbatim | |
What they' re saying to pursuade them | |
They realize exactly | |
how I' ve played them | |
I come with the truth | |
whole truth and nothing but | |
' Cause the truth hurts | |
just as much as fuckin' with lies will | |
I brew skill with free fills | |
from now until | |
Plagerizing MC' s get their flows |