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Дата випуску: 11.04.2023
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Мова пісні: Англійська
THE TRUTH |
I’m the fuckin' truth |
I’m the fuckin' truth |
Oh yeah, I’m the fuckin' truth |
I’m the motherfucking truth |
Oh yeah |
You might not always like me, but |
You can’t deny me 'cause I’m |
In your heart |
And that’s the place to start |
To see that I’m the fucking truth |
People figure that they got the facts |
Would you rather get to know me or live easy? |
If you had to pick, 'cause you don’t get to pick both |
If you want the growth, you’re not ever gonna get to go back |
But I’ll hit you like a freight train gut punch |
In the middle of a pitch-black night |
Sink deeper than a footlong butt plug |
But I’m cheaper than a free lunch |
I’m thicker than a corn-fed farmhand |
Bigger than the shit you planned |
Clearer than a two buck proof pure liquor river |
In a glass liver made of pure white sand |
You might not always like me, but |
You can’t deny me 'cause I’m |
In your heart |
And that’s the place to start |
To see that I’m the fucking truth |
I’m the fuckin' truth |
Oh yeah, I’m the fuckin' truth |
I’m the motherfucking truth |
Oh yeah |
Every generation’s human, ain’t no motivations movin' |
Only separation’s new technology |
But that won’t get you closer to the truth (Closer to the truth) |
People wanna live their lives |
A crab in a bucket strugglin' to survive |
Eating and fucking and sleeping and loving a good fight |
I saw you hit that pipe |
While you were chilling at the city limits |
I caught you late that night |
The temperature was in the single digits |
Tucking a Trojan inside of your jacket pocket |
And hoping that getting lucky was coming to be |
Unsure if you were getting closer or further from me |
You were out in Dakota and feeling alone |
I was the open road |
You were tweaking, seeking answers in the love of a crowd |
I was the question, though |
You were not quite ready to speak every weakness aloud |
I was your microphone |
You were searching for me at the boundary, but I was right at home |
With my feet on your couch, even though you were still sitting there |
I was eating you out of your Frigidaire |
I will dance on your tomb like I’m Fred Astaire |
Did it ten billion times and I didn’t care |
And what you have to go through, it isn’t fair |
But if you hear me say that you got today, then you do |
And you should believe me |
'Cause I’m the fuckin' truth |
Yeah, I’m the fuckin' truth |
Oh yeah, I’m the fuckin' truth |
I’m the motherfucking truth |
Oh yeah |
You might not always like me, but |
You can’t deny me 'cause I’m |
In your heart |
And that’s the place to start |
To see that I’m the fucking truth |
I’m the fuckin' truth |
Oh yeah, I’m the fuckin' truth |
And that’s the place to start |
To see that I’m the fuckin' |