Is what I say even true?

I know we've been so blue

All the lights fill up our sky

Like the 4th of July

I know that I tend to lie

Putting up my disguise

I don't deserve you at all

I think I'm gonna fall, yeah

You don't gotta, you don't gotta listen to me

You don't gotta listen to me

You don't have to, you don't have to keep it low key

You don't have to keep it low key

Huh, yeah

Three hoes

And you know I got my town up integrated on my sleeve

Tryna fuck on some bitches, but they wanna make some peace

Like you never even wanted, but I know you want a piece

Tryna fly out my new hoe, but she lives all the way in Greece

We don't really care about the way you talk, but if you walking then we got no option even left to offer

We don't really mind if you wanna ride, but you'll be out of luck if there's no time left to decide

Tryna light my weed like it's even free, but if you pay a fee then I will hand you off a key

It be really hard I can't show my guard, so when I do respond I gotta always leave it broad

There be 3 hoes in his phone

He got 3 hoes in his phone

To whom he don't talk to no more

They don't be talking no more