If people hate the truth why do they ask for it?
Running back and forth like f*ck a pass forward
They tryna' dim my light like f*ck the flash for?
But when they in the dark is when they ask for it
I heard you like the truth till' it stings you
Then you try to break it off like a fling rule, that's cruel
To yourself, cuz' a soul filled with lies is more likely to fail
You'll prevail, maybe if you loosen up (come on)
Take a chance, maybe you don't choose enough
Putting restrictions on your soul is, bound to make you fold and, limits are controlling
Truth?
You unconsciously sold your soul then