Vanilla Sky 2.0 Lyrics - Limbo - Pell

Tell me what I wanna hear 

Cause the truth don't feel to good 

Tell it to me nice and clear 

So I'm not misunderstood 

As I drop my little two cents 

I know this just a business that my passion gets confused with 

My pimping part of the problem but motherfuck a solution 

Make the money in Oxford then probably blow it in Houston 

Niggas paying for pussy but taxing for whack verses 

I audit the competition like something done come up missing 

Fingers just started itching, lotion can barely fix it 

Throw money at me, I catch it 

Don't worry 'bout how to pitch it 

I'm gifted, but you knew that from the beginning, huh? 

Statements at home but I'm grown so I'm getting by 

Even eating soul food like it's '95 

Feel it's do or die 

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Tell me what I wanna hear 

Cause the truth don't feel to good 

Tell it to me nice and clear 

So I'm not misunderstood 

Cause the man with the most to offer is often the overlooked 

Spent days at the library, now I'm often overbooked 

No juking inside my movements, but haters is often sThese women is fishing for ballers but, baby, I'm off the Aware of my social status like whites aware of my blackness 

Slaving to get a piece, tell master to kiss my ass is too perfect 

Avoiding practice, but my OG told me "Work" 

So I'mma hold it down like I'm drowning what I'm worth 

I put in work 

Tell me what I wanna hear 

Cause the truth don't feel to good 

Tell it to me nice and clear 

So I'm not misunderstood 

Sometimes the truth hurts but I know it make you better 

I ain't giving you a lecture, but these words will live forever 

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Usually I wouldn't rap this, but feel it more than ever 

When my fam give me advice, but I just treat it like whatever 

I came up clueless, so it's hard to understand me 

I'm the type to trade a Grammy for some more time with my family 

I'm lying, LA nice, hit the bed like Dodgers might 

Moving on up since the flow is dynamite, doing fine 

At least that's what you tell me 

Sweet the sound of ignorance, ignoring pain to help me 

I trust you like my brother, dawg 

But love it when the curtains drawn 

So keep your truce stuck in its tracks 

You defy the smoke and mirrors, threw that monkey on my back 

I've been going ape shit for complacence 

I became sick, when I die, ill 

Hospice where I chill, get a number to myself 

Tell me what I wanna hear 

Tell me what I wanna hear 

Cause the truth don't feel to good 

Tell it to me nice and clear 

So I'm not misunderstood