Bryson Green
Bryson Green - True Stories songtekst
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Mama said “What you gonna do? Them Miles get lonely You a different Kind of Blue Preparing for this journey You a different kind of you But before you get to tripping Know you got to tie your shoes” Pop said “Got dammit You know I’m gonna miss you, Men ain’t supposed to cry But why didn’t I bring my tissue Funny growing up Independence was your issue Now you independent And dicking labels that tried to diss you So give a kiss to your sister Save one for your mom Don’t care about you blowing up We just want you to be the bomb Feel like heroes when see what we Spawned On the CD-ROM You used to mow these lawns.” Sister said “You know I’m so proud Remember when you used to play that Stevie Wonder So loud But not even Stevie Wonders Bet even he knows now You the new pimp juice Slinging Vokals Remember when the flows wasn’t tight And the shows wasn’t killing And the hoes wouldn’t bite You gotta respect it I rocks the message They love your Vibe I love your Essence” Mm, say no more Brings tears to my eyes What you say those for? Funny y’all love ‘em Ya’ll the ones I made those for Y’all the fire ‘till my flame Cant blaze no Morehouse College Chorus: These are true stories Even true lies Tell the truth for me And may the truth rise Told ‘em these are true stories But even truth lies Finding true glory Staring in truth’s eyes Verse: Grandma said “you gone always be my baby Morehouse man, I can’t believe you graduated Living in Atlanta now, I heard you had a lady Hate you left And hate to say it But somebody had to make it Auntie said “Babyboy you gone always just be Brother Looking in your face I’ma always see your mother Something like Sunday dinner Grandma biscuits with the butter Know the world can gone and hate you baby We gone always love you Rob said “You was just more like my little bro You was little so I was overprotective Checking niggas in the throat Nah I wasn’t being mean I was letting niggas know Let you drink a little brew And inhale a little dro’ Woah Dough said “Damn, ‘lil homie It’s looking like yo ass is the man ‘lil homie This yo Yeezy Everything I Am, ‘lil homie It’s funny, this ain’t nothing you ain’t plan ‘lil homie Chorus: These are true stories Even true lies Tell the truth for me And may the truth rise Told ‘em these are true stories But even truth lies Finding true glory Staring in truth’s eyes