Vanilla Sky - Pell

Lying cause you don’t wanna fight, not tonight

So we both keep smiling

And a blog attitude to our lives

Guess we’ll both die trying

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Seen a different world up close

Living through a dream I write

I’m gon' make mistakes, I know

But I’ll never ever change my coast

Tell me what I wanna hear

Cause the truth don’t feel to good

Tell it to me nice and clear

So I’m not misunderstood

As I drop my little two cents

I know this just a business that my passion gets confused with

My pimping part of the problem but motherfuck a solution

Make the money in Oxford then probably blow it in Houston

Niggas paying for pussy but taxing for whack verses

I audit the competition like something done come up missing

Fingers just started itching, lotion can barely fix it

Throw money at me, I catch it

Don’t worry 'bout how to pitch it

I’m gifted, but you knew that from the beginning, huh?

Statements at home but I’m grown so I’m getting by

Even eating soul food like it’s '95

Feel it’s do or die

Cause the man with the most to offer is often the overlooked

Spent days at the library, now I’m often overbooked

No juking inside my movements, but haters is often shook

These women is fishing for ballers but, baby, I’m off the hook

Aware of my social status like whites aware of my blackness

Slaving to get a piece, tell master to kiss my ass is too perfect

Avoiding practice, but my OG told me «Work»

So I’mma hold it down like I’m drowning what I’m worth

I put in work

Tell me what I wanna hear

Cause the truth don’t feel to good

Tell it to me nice and clear

So I’m not misunderstood

Sometimes the truth hurts but I know it make you better

I ain’t giving you a lecture, but these words will live forever

Usually I wouldn’t rap this, but feel it more than ever

When my fam give me advice, but I just treat it like whatever

I came up clueless, so it’s hard to understand me

I’m the type to trade a Grammy for some more time with my family

I’m lying, LA nice, hit the bed like Dodgers might

Moving on up since the flow is dynamite, doing fine

At least that’s what you tell me

Sweet the sound of ignorance, ignoring pain to help me

I trust you like my brother, dawg

But love it when the curtains drawn

So keep your truce stuck in its tracks

You defy the smoke and mirrors, threw that monkey on my back

I’ve been going ape shit for complacence

I became sick, when I die, ill

Hospice where I chill, get a number to myself

Tell me what I wanna hear

Tell me what I wanna hear

Cause the truth don’t feel to good

Tell it to me nice and clear

So I’m not misunderstood