Do you know the truth well?

Then just tell me all your lies

Promise they’ll see your joy—

If you don’t lose it watching all them cry

And when they give up on your heart,

Even before the flat line...

Just know they’re saving the best part

For after you die

So let the beat go,

‘Til you beat the odds, though

It’s that I found a pulse flow

And if that ain’t heart, then I don’t know

Must be pumping too slow—

But still faster than the tempo

Is that right there the whole show?

With every stroke, still the pace grows

The realest person they never shoulda thought was fake

Before they use me, I’ll take—take two on the remake?

Won’t see you in hell, so don’t wait out early, half-baked

Heart so cold, it'll put a volcano to sleep—still awake

With every breath through disaster, like my lungs got cancer

On your lips is the rumor—on my mind is the answer

Came to life, but the brain ain’t reach full power

I’m what you've been waiting for...

To tell a dipper to ask a pamper 💥

Do you know the truth well?

Then just tell me all your lies

Promise they’ll see your joy—

If you don’t lose it watching all them cry

And when they give up on your heart,

Even before the flat line...

Just know they’re saving the best part

For after you die

Conceded your placement, and you still complacent

Trapped in your weakness—tricked the world to your greatness

You should regret this—re-get the whole experience

‘Til you realize the moment in the moment—but you're different

Opposite of “in love” all day—but you hate it all night

So even when you left me there... I’m still just right

I heard the pain don’t stop—even if you die

Prove it to someone—and they’ll be waitin’ to tell you like:

“You were the last one standin’—so you can’t lie here”

Flow torn from tears—so steer your stare

So when I feel reckless, I recollect this:

Three degrees like the sun around Christmas—reconnected

Did it ring off the hook? Then let me leave a message

Party on heaven—5 mic, he spit in—you hear him

It’s a dozen roses—but only one fragrance

I’m writing the rest of the books—so we ain’t on the same pages

Do you know the truth well?

Then just tell me all your lies

Promise they’ll see your joy—

If you don’t lose it watching all them cry

And when they give up on your heart,

Even before the flat line...

Just know they’re saving the best part

For after you die

So let the beat go

‘Til you beat the odds, though

It’s that I found a pulse flow

And if that ain’t heart, then I don’t know

Must be pumping too slow

But still faster than the tempo

Is that right there the whole show?

With every stroke... the pace grows

Blow cannon glow—was it smooth or scattered?

Movin’ through dimensions—and you weren’t the leader

Back from my inner mission—continued the composition

Never had to resort—you should upgrade your system

Product of your delay, product of your decay

NY—‘cause it fits fitted to the cross-shaped “T”

Eyes dotted, now dilated—my matrix

This a beat-down—you wanna jump in now? Face it

In a sub-board-i-nation, I was screaming

She said I don’t listen—wrote up for insubordination

Permanent record of that “too cool for school” cluster

They can’t explain why I’m suspended—no tool hover

Stuck on stupid? Start it up—I did

Syf-fys on top—tell ‘em that’s a track with no wig

Cruise on this relationship—no port, but I fig

That I would drop the anchor in-between the burnt bridge

Sick as the sea—too deep for rock bottom

We in the bash like “rocket” ‘cause bet you need a lift—

Going.

Do you know the truth well?

Then just tell me all your lies

Promise they’ll see your joy—

If you don’t lose it watching all them cry

And when they give up on your heart,

Even before the flat line...

Just know they’re saving the best part

For after you come back to life

Stay Bizzie.