Tell No Lies - Emilio Rojas, B.o.B

Looking at the trouble I’m facing

Facing the crowd while I’m staying on the stage

And the stages I go through in this game are outrageous

And the rules ain’t fair but still, I play it

And at the rate that I’m racing, it’s amazing I ain’t fading

The sun turned me from a grape to a raisin

And folks telling me I made it, please, I ain’t made shit

The soul still need saving and ever since I got up in this game

I’ve been saying to myself one day I’mma change it

‘Cause the clothes and the hoes got you chasing

Ice in the road got you locked up in cages

Keep on the American dream, one day, they’ll gonna barely be sleeping

And it ain’t your fault ‘cause you can barely see it

Stay tuned and I’mma take you to see it

I know someday, I’m gonna find it all

But I won’t apologize, I won’t tell no lies

Don’t go, someday I’m gonna need you

But I won’t apologize, oh no, tell no lies, oh no

Say that nothing worth having is easy and nothing that I worked hard for

That it’d make me want more, I ain’t satisfied, even on the top floor

I’m addicted to living a life that I can’t afford

Working in the store with clothes that I can’t fold it in

Opening and closing it, hoping to get it over with it

And every morning, my shawty waking hung-over which is funny

‘Cause this champagne lifestyle is sobering

I know the rent a little late, I’m hyperventilating

And waiting for the day that I penetrate like a virgin, working it patiently

for a taste

When they looking in your wallet, they don’t look you in the face

I’m broken shit, the walls have been closing in

So much that I ain’t notice eviction notices

I’m lying to my friends, I told them my phone is dead

Trying to hold my head, but knowing I’m gonna win

Another phone call to my mother looking for help

So she don’t even respond, I only think to myself

Manager paid my rent, my money been looking stealth

But on the outside, it’s looking like something else

So I can’t back track or fall in line

And I’m way passed out for too much time

And I ain’t a cat that can act all fine

Fuck the game, Kat Stacks, I’m cats, all lie

Labels wanna monopoly and the rest that is shopping me

So they copy me, sold my intellectual property

I gotta breathe, I’m worried I’m losing steam

I gotta sleep, I’m worried I’ll lose the dream

So what’s the next move?

To seek the successful?

It’s something I’ll be taking to grave like my best suit

The clothes only make the man if they dress you

I’ll be copped down if I’d let you