Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song THE TRUTH, artist - Watsky. Date of issue: 11.04.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
THE TRUTH |
| I’m the fuckin' truth |
| I’m the fuckin' truth |
| Oh yeah, I’m the fuckin' truth |
| I’m the motherfucking truth |
| Oh yeah |
| You might not always like me, but |
| You can’t deny me 'cause I’m |
| In your heart |
| And that’s the place to start |
| To see that I’m the fucking truth |
| People figure that they got the facts |
| Would you rather get to know me or live easy? |
| If you had to pick, 'cause you don’t get to pick both |
| If you want the growth, you’re not ever gonna get to go back |
| But I’ll hit you like a freight train gut punch |
| In the middle of a pitch-black night |
| Sink deeper than a footlong butt plug |
| But I’m cheaper than a free lunch |
| I’m thicker than a corn-fed farmhand |
| Bigger than the shit you planned |
| Clearer than a two buck proof pure liquor river |
| In a glass liver made of pure white sand |
| You might not always like me, but |
| You can’t deny me 'cause I’m |
| In your heart |
| And that’s the place to start |
| To see that I’m the fucking truth |
| I’m the fuckin' truth |
| Oh yeah, I’m the fuckin' truth |
| I’m the motherfucking truth |
| Oh yeah |
| Every generation’s human, ain’t no motivations movin' |
| Only separation’s new technology |
| But that won’t get you closer to the truth (Closer to the truth) |
| People wanna live their lives |
| A crab in a bucket strugglin' to survive |
| Eating and fucking and sleeping and loving a good fight |
| I saw you hit that pipe |
| While you were chilling at the city limits |
| I caught you late that night |
| The temperature was in the single digits |
| Tucking a Trojan inside of your jacket pocket |
| And hoping that getting lucky was coming to be |
| Unsure if you were getting closer or further from me |
| You were out in Dakota and feeling alone |
| I was the open road |
| You were tweaking, seeking answers in the love of a crowd |
| I was the question, though |
| You were not quite ready to speak every weakness aloud |
| I was your microphone |
| You were searching for me at the boundary, but I was right at home |
| With my feet on your couch, even though you were still sitting there |
| I was eating you out of your Frigidaire |
| I will dance on your tomb like I’m Fred Astaire |
| Did it ten billion times and I didn’t care |
| And what you have to go through, it isn’t fair |
| But if you hear me say that you got today, then you do |
| And you should believe me |
| 'Cause I’m the fuckin' truth |
| Yeah, I’m the fuckin' truth |
| Oh yeah, I’m the fuckin' truth |
| I’m the motherfucking truth |
| Oh yeah |
| You might not always like me, but |
| You can’t deny me 'cause I’m |
| In your heart |
| And that’s the place to start |
| To see that I’m the fucking truth |
| I’m the fuckin' truth |
| Oh yeah, I’m the fuckin' truth |
| And that’s the place to start |
| To see that I’m the fuckin' |