Truth Hurts - Bizzy Crook, Nate Traveller, Sylvan Lacue

Suicidal thoughts in my apartment

This thing called love could be exhausting

I found too much comfort in darkness

I’m talking from the heart but your heartless, so

I’m sipping, trying to get my mind off this

To find myself in the pussy that I got lost in

Disagreeing with both sides of my conscious like

«Do I want this?»

Naw fuck it, I’m off this

So, I hit the hotel bar and get a glass of whisky

As I’m venting to the stranger sitting next to me

The good things I messed up, starting to mess with me

The shit I got away with starting to get to me

I’m on some Kurt Co shit

Me being perfect, that’s a lie I gotta keep up with

My girl thinks that I’m an angel

My demons no strangers

She admires the girl that I sneak out with

In my music I talk about other women and

Affairs I be having like she ain’t listening

I say «It's just words» when she asks about it

She believes my lies and we laugh about it

Damn, I’m hurting in myself

The love you deserve I’m searching for in myself

How could I give it to you, if I ain’t got it for me

Girl this isn’t just a verse, I’m crying out for help

But I tell her these are only words

As I’m riding through the city with a friend of hers

Trying to find better words

I don’t know how to tell ya cause the truth hurts