Fashawn and In Love With a Lie

Yeah fatigue and tryin' to say this is what art is

Tryina find time to kiss my daughter

I missed the whole first year of her life

And most of the second promoting these records

Guess me and my father just alike

When I needed him he was off in the night

And my mother he never called his wife

When he was in prison I never bothered to write

I don’t know where my personal life ends

And the public one begins

F**k money got need to make ammends

With the brothers I used to call friends

Baby mothers I would run a pair

Got me gussing in chain rolling my reefer

Reminiscing stuff on rocks and the soul in my sneakers

It was hustle or die guess I’m living my dreams

Hating the fact I’m in love with the lie

I’m too proud to beg too angry to cry

Got me wondering why Somebody tell me why

I’m in love with a lie

I’m too proud to beg and too angry to cry

Got me wondering why Somebody tell me why

I’m in love with a lie

Somedays I wake up and I don’t wanna ride it

Go to the lab everyone’s invited

Yeah I swear nothing’s exciting

Today’s never sunny it’s just thunder and lightning

Fighting like I’m rumbling with tyson

For the love of the public got me stuck in this climate

Yeah wondering why I’m even f**king with rhyming

Since a younging all the struggle with timing

All I need some good w**d some red wine

Yeah instead of all of these dead lines

Anticipation fancy and waiting

Knowing nothing of your man’s situation

I travel light but the load’s heavy enough

Done enough already give up

What I say to myself but this is what I do

At the end of the day I do it for you you

Got you ni**a news

Got me sitting confused

Hit the spliff and take a sip with the brew

Nothing coming from my lips but the truth

I’m too proud to beg too angry to cry

Got me wondering why Somebody tell me why

I’m in love with a lie