Tracy] [Come here Tracy, this is Sam, what are you doing up there?] I'll tell ya. [Calling Dick Tracy, calling Dick Tracy] [Do you read me, Tracy?] [To tell you the truth
want to call you but you're all i have to turn to What do you say When it's all gone away? Baby i didn't mean to hurt you Truth spoke in whispers will
I am alone I'm afraid the end is near The truth doesn't always have to hurt Chorus Stop looking Stop seeing NOW Right Now x2 The truth doesn't always have to hurt
by a fag, and all my worries get washed away in an instant, Yo as soon as the rush hits my brain there's a distance, between fact and fiction the truth hurts
follow trends, they just follow me Just like the Israelies thru the red sea It might take U some time but U will want 2 see The undisputed truth and
daaa (U ain't gonna hurt me) Sho do do do do doo (Have mercy) La da da da, da da daaa (U ain't gonna hurt me) Have mercy (Behold) Behold the children
Plus I keep a dope line similar to Cold Stone's Ice cream, pipe dreams is what they have when I pull up in that light thing I put a hurting on, I got
{"I-I know, I, I-I-know, I know you gonna dig this"} I had to tell you the truth homey, but you got mad Yeah I hurt yo' feelings, FUCK IT, it's too
, mashing Dogg House Fuck them other fools D-O-double G Kick back, blaze the sack I catch a muthafucking big, Mack Attack We blazing up the dogg It'll hurt
you keep stand out all night, naddy the way, to keep our happy home so i'm strappin' up with frome, telescopes with binoculours fuck (fuck) this think is by knocking
truth I just make it gothic see I'm nothin but a liar with a big-ass mouth Dick and fists big enough to knock your bitch-ass out Got no reason to tell
you I can make you do what I want you to, Knock it out drag you down, all kinds of people were aware of it now? Chase you rape you feast upon your hurt
nothing you gon' tell me that I can't hear Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare Sticks and stones may break my bones but names could neva hurt
living my life outside my mind Dreams can make me mad I can't leave my dream I can't stop myself don't know what I am what lies are truth? what truths
Talk to my troubled brain, if yon can feel my pain, so much hurting that's living in my head Now I can barely breathe, and now my heart's disease and
of pride and had to set it aside As I was nailed to the crucifix and stabbed in my side Impaled, toothpicks jabbed in my eyes Niggas cry but the truth
there I done that Knock the pussy out, now she running back So I knock the pussy out Knock it out, knock it out I knock the pussy out Knock it out, knock
even see And I know I don't want to let it have me But every time it hits I feel the truth This might be the heartache that don't stop hurting That