True Stories
by Billy Woods
From the album: Today, I Wrote Nothing
Track 21 of 24 on Today, I Wrote Nothing (2015).
Duration: 2:02
Lyrics for True Stories
It be the same excuses, e'ry time (It be the same excuses) e'ry time It be the same excuses e'ry time It be the same excuses e'ry time Old dog, new tricks Lie through the teeth like toothpicks Not one to face the music, just gave it a crude mix If I'm in, the game fixed Shifted blame, hedged all bets, did my part Left under cover of dark Smart from the start, that nigga was building an ark You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows Over coffee and doughnuts Told 'em e'rything they wanted to know Hey bruh, you know how it goes And if you didn't now you know all too well Why you mad, son? Do tell It be the same excuses e'ry time It be the same excuses e'ry time It be the same excuses e'ry time It be the same excuses e'ry time It be the same excuses e'ry time It be the same excuses e'ry time It be the same excuses e'ry time It be the same excuses e'ry time Talk a good one, but you're right, I don't want it Not for nothing, first line of the sonnet Talking like you never got your shot Nah, nigga, you fucked up a lot Set my watch off you fuckin' up True stories ah Tower of London plots Say what you will, but I always aimed for the top Need a fixer to come around the old block But nostalgia ain't my bag Richard the third with the words, I took a drag Crushed a roach on the curb cab's flagged Gotta get up pretty early to jerk me Whitey grinned as he took the briefcase Said he never went to sleep in the first place I'll give you all the money I've got Lady The Misfit said, looking beyon afar into the wood There never was a body that give the undertaker a tip