Lyrics Sour Truths - 137, Mello

Sour Truths

Ooh, baby don’t you know
Second hand stays the same no matter where you go
I got asked what I do with the sum of my hours
Well, I make things that are beautiful
See
Mello music all around the map
Stay packed with the shit that you kiddies lack
Got lethal writing like cardiac
Won’t apologize if I don’t call you back
Been on a mission
Wicked decisions
Creating my wishes
Swing for the fences
Increased the expenses
Switched the intentions
Flow coming naturally
My Pops said he proud of me
Back to reality
Now the music bringing hourly
Stop acting cowardly
Turn shit to a catastrophe
Mello x 137
You know w brought the cavalry
Glass surfing like a beardd dragon that’s hungry
I speak the truth but truth wouldn’t have ruth if it were so easy
Know I speak easy at speakeasy 'cause, at heart, I know what’s truly banned
I understand within this land it’s thoughts that make them queasy
Put a soul through a strainer long enough, you’ll find impurity
But everybody really wanna claim infallibility
Humanity has trouble admitting its fallibility
Veracity is kept to the best of my ability
And I say
I pay the toll on the highway
Got ten graves that I have to dig
And nine corpses
So will you please step this way
Never miss when I shoot
I’m Heaven sent, that shit the truth
Still hold on to part of my youth
So I hadda pass that shit like an alley-oop
I’m a crisis counselor in apocalypse
With a flow that’s sturdy like an acropolis
And when the sun under horizon dips
I hear the howls and a creature’s hiss
Lately some people been needing addressing
Don’t get involved with the way I be stepping
You weren’t involved when I needed refreshing
Now my shit resolved, and you search for attention
Been calling the shots, and it’s all progression
Switching the plot, call this a redemption
You all in my sights, they’re no exceptions
Working hard is not enough
It’s sour but true
You could train a thousand troops
And fit them with the best swords
Just to perish confronting an army bigger than you
But give that army a cannon
You think the same would ensue
Ooh, baby don’t you know
Second hand stays the same no matter where you go
I got asked what I do with the sum of my hours
Well, I make things that are beautiful
See