True Story

[Chorus: Aric]
My neck ain’t on sumo
My watch ain’t on scuba
Y’all want all y’all happiness two-tone
It’s all in the hips baby
Watch how I dip
You go right on this dick
Or are you too sore?
I know when you ride it
You scared for you life
It feel like you gon' fly off bout 2 stories
Introduced me to pappy
He saw I was nappy
That man wasn’t happy, that’s true story

[Verse 1: Aric]
I’ve never owned a pair of Nike kicks
But what’s important is
The forces you have, not the forces you in
What forces your forfeit will force it again
I’ll say it again for the kid in the back
With his hands in his jacket
You got to go approach that girl eventually, dawg
I know you ain’t dripped and Givench’lied dawg
But you got to go see if it was meant to be, dawg
And it was meant to be, dawg
Take it from mе
It feels like a century, dawg
Since I boardеd a flight to the city of gods
That was really just angels with flickering halos and big shiny egos and crooked hearts
What a start, bon voyage
Avant-garde, yet here we are
And to keep it a century, dog
It’s been a minute since I’ve been depressed
(I’m deep at the bottom)
It’s been a minute since I told someone how I felt
(These forces I have)
At the worst fucking time of the day
(Ain’t creased since I got them)
Just so they could feel how I could feel
(You really really can’t guard him (oh no you really can’t))
Just so they know that I’m really not dead
(The boy kinda different)
That’s how I know how I’m deep at the bottom
(I’m talking like mindset)
That’s how I know when to lift up my head
(I’m talking like, locked in)
I’m talking like Rodman
Thank God I never had to rob men
I’m 6’3, 5’4 at the time then
And that was fine when
Just get boards, help Mike get a nice win
We were really just babies
Who wanted to play
With a whole lot of ideas
And nowhere to start
And a bag on me
That’s three, four, five snacks on me
And that’s true story

[Chorus: Aric]
My neck ain’t on sumo
My watch ain’t on scuba
Y’all want all y’all happiness two-tone
It’s all in the hips baby
Watch how I dip
You go right on this dick
Or are you too sore?
I know when you ride it
You scared for you life
It feel like you gon' fly off bout 2 stories
Introduced me to pappy
He saw I was nappy
That man wasn’t happy, that’s True Story

[Refrain: Aric]
True Story, True Story, True Story, True Story
True Story, True Story, True Story, True Story
True Story, True Story, True Story, True Story
True Story, True Story, True Story, True Story

[Verse 2: My Favorite Color]
I can make the sun shine brighter than it ever did
Word to my mama's kid
On my only child shit
Can't forget like an elephant
Why they wanna steal my melanin
All I needed was a pad and pen
Tell these niggas how it all ends
I ain’t even finna get started
Aim at that target
Ima hit it like this bad bitch
Shordie worse than my habits
Lately I’m boarder than Mexico
Everyone yelling out you the next to blow
Had drive till I hit that pot hole
Turned a nigga to a vegetable
I'm squashed
Tell my mom that I love her
Tell my dad that he tried his best
Everytime the ball falls in my court
I throw a punch like Ron artest
Guess
All I need is some world peace
I’m in hell wit some cold feet
Smoking life till I OD
If I go, then I’ll proceed
Trynna keep it simple but
This my god complex
Trynna keep my secrets in
That's the wrong promise
Call how I see it then hang up
Say I don’t need it then want it
Alcohol went to my stomach
Now I weigh like 200
Reading y’all like you’re the funnies
Why dey throw shade when it’s sunny
Why they keep everything from me
Why I put everything on me

[Chorus: My Favorite Color]
I write you this scripture, I paint you this picture
I think that I’m making it 3 tones
One for my world
And one for your world
And one for what actually goes on
Ain’t suicidal
But lately I’m dying for people to ask what’s wrong
But fuck it I’m living
I’m fucking these women
And people pay me just to write songs

[Refrain: My Favorite Color]
True Story, True Story, True Story, True Story
True Story, True Story, True Story, True Story
True Story, True Story, True Story, True Story
True Story, True Story, True Story, True Story

[Verse 3: Peyton Pearson]
Where were you when you needed you
You could’ve played the lead but you played the fool
And it’s shocking like blanka or pikachu
But it was easy to see it dude
You had all the knowledge and power to see it through
But I digress, the fear made you fall back
And I get it
But you should’ve taken stance
You just letting energy evade you, man
You making progress every day
Less than you want but more than you thought
You look like you see it in dreams and you walk
Like you act like you don’t know the meaning of God
You are
A broke man hoping for change
Kris Kringle, no Rudolph on the reins
You need that thrust, boost off into space
Till the waves and the stars and your thoughts interlace
But until then
Stay at home
You won’t get a job at the door
You need a reverend or meditation
Or a revelation that hit you to the core
You need to wake up inside and do more
You need some money to get you some clothes
You need some money to get you some money
To get you some money to get you some more
So here I am with a license in boating
Don’t care about perfect, I care about au
Thenticity you look at me Schrödinger
You know that this cat don’t belong in a box
On even my downest day out on the couch with my doubts
And I just couldn’t do more
I got no choice but to put my voice
Spirit, soul, and my mind in my true story

[Chorus: Peyton Pearson]
My neck ain’t on sumo
My watch ain’t on scuba
Y’all want all y’all happiness two-tone
I seen you at Gabby's
Chill, lurk in the back
On the patio acting like you grown
I'll keep it a hundred
I need me a hundred
So i'll go a hundred and two more
Introduced me to Pappy
He said it was nappy
And gave me a map and that's True Story

[Refrain: Peyton Pearson]
True Story, True Story, True Story, True Story
True Story, True Story, True Story, True Story
True Story, True Story, True Story, True Story
True Story, True Story, True Story, True Story