True Story

[Verse 1]
I slip, fell down and drown in the puddle of my own tears
I never learn my lesson manifested all my own fears
In Columbus, I was buzzing like four beers
And four years later, I'm just drunk

Maybe I'm that close, maybe I'm just stuck
Started blowing lines thinking, maybe I just suck
Maybe it's hard work, maybe it's just luck
All the shit I think I need, maybe I just want
Maybe it's just me, but baby, it's just us
And maybe it's not love, maybe it's just lust
Now it got me thinking all the people I can't trust
And how I don't believe in anything that we discuss, like-

How are we supposed to build, when you tryna' tear me down
Wear me out like some hand-me-downs
Don't seem very proud of the man I am
You don't seem to care, I carry pounds
That shit weighing on me, taking my energy every ounce
But I bounce back, a sad movie with a soundtrack
Low amounts in my accounts, I don't announce that

Maybe if I did, you would understand
Some people hit below the belt to get the upper-hand
I didn't spend a dollar, still I owe a hundred grand
This con-artists contracts wrote in Comic Sans
Now I'm free, I'm on a run, but I'm a wanted man
And I just let it happen naturally, it wasn't planned
I wasn't playing when I told you I was done playing games
They wanted me to change in a one wearing chains
Had a Plain Jane Rollie before it became a thing
But only because I couldn't afford to get it to blang
I'm navigating terrain, gotta make it back
Crack like an artifact, hard to stay intact
Imma call the play like Harden, Wayne, Shaq
Gave my heart away, then I saw it fade to black

[Hook]
And it's real, very real, very very real
It's a true story no this ain't no fairy tale
I remember very well, very very well
And that's real, very real, very very real
It's a true story no this ain't no fairy tale
I remember very well, very very well

[Verse 2]
I feel like everybody tryna' fuck up my business
I guess that could be how I burnt a couple of my bridges
So I'm trying to rebuild, I'm trying to make it better
Trying pull my self together like butterfly stitches
But damn that's a lot of blood, damn that's a lot of rain
Damn that's a lot of mud, damn that's a lot of money
But damn that's a lot of drugs, how is it not enough
I get a buzz then I miss the pain
'Cause I can play the victim
I can point the finger, I can shift the blame
I can ruin my day in a second
Then I can manifest it, ruin the rest of me if I let it

I'm good at fucking up, 'cause I did it my whole life
I been to hell and back so I'm willing to go twice
And three time's the charm so I might get a gun and a knife
When I look in the mirror, it's on sight
And off the record I can off myself at any second
Mamma called to check up on me like it's all an intervention
I don't talk about it often, I don't wanna draw attention
I just add it to list that shit I just forgot to mention
An addict in the trenches, the habit get expensive
And if you ask about it, I'mma laugh and get defensive
And get an attitude, and then get sad and apprehensive
And I ain't even mad at you, I'm mad at my reflection

[Hook]
And it's real, very real, very very real
It's a true story no this ain't no fairy tale
I remember very well, very very well
And that's real, very real, very very real
It's a true story no this ain't no fairy tale