| Jeah, you know they say the truth can get real ugly
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| I feel that
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| I’ve seen the world
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| Done it all, had my cake now
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| Diamonds, brilliant, and Bel-Air now
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| Hot summer nights mid July
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| When you and I were forever wild
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| The crazy days, the city lights
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| The way you’d play with me like a child
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| Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful
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| Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul
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| I know you will, I know you will
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| I know that you will
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| Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful
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| Jeah
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| I’m in the hood looking at life feeling so lost
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| I’m from the place where everything is fucked up
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| They say a prayer to the father with something tucked up
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| They only fear premonition of getting brushed off
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| They never thought about living only hoping they wouldn’t die
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| Knowing death is around the corner, ignoring them like a lie
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| Turn back, even if they could they wouldn’t try
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| Hoping they could sneak their way up in Heaven but couldn’t fly
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| Lord come help us
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| I was looking for a blessing but felt like he left us
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| I was calling and reaching for him
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| So many they ain’t even know 'em
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| Knowing that life I’m living here where he kept us
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| I sit and think about the truth and know many hate 'em
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| Cause he ain’t pretty on the cool he was ugly as hell
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| That’s fucked up, don’t nobody wanna look in his face
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| They rather end up giving up or go sit in the cell
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| Sometimes I sit and still wonder what they love the truth
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| For everything we’ve been through
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| But life ain’t easy, these lies we live is what they choose to accept
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| Knowing soon they going to crash they don’t wanna believe me
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| I know they will, I know they will
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| All these nights out here for going to get that steel
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| Ain’t nothing the same but the battle on the field
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| I tell them do better wishing they could know it’s real
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| Uh
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| Laid back in a five fifty with a
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| Fine dime brizzle rollin' five swishes
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| She already know my intentions with her
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| But she stayed down like a wine cellar
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| Cause she rather be under my umbrella
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| Cause the sky might fall that’s some violent weather
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| Twenty five years, this is what I found out
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| Live it up, live it up 'til your time out
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| This is real life I don’t know what they lyin' 'bout
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| Ballin' so hard you know what they cryin' 'bout
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| I pull up about nine bitches climb out
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| All different kinds from Dubai to makia
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| All bow at the line when you arrive at the hideout
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| And it’s looking like a try out
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| A young nigga way off the meat rack little nigga welcome to the grind house
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| It’s a whole different type of game
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| When it ain’t about what the price 'bout
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| A young prince take time this is more than a vaca
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| This is more than a time out
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| But niggas so fake who these days
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| Shit should be a crime now
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| Real niggas chime in, fake niggas chime out
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| Bad bitches tuned in, Bobby Ray signing out
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| The world, lit it up as my stage now
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| Channeling angels in, the new age now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ugly Truth , by - Trae Tha Truth. Song from the album I Am King, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп