True Light (Don't Lie)

Magical, crazy hoe Where'd we go, Brandy? Na-ah-ah True light don't lie Na-uh-uh Survive three nights, can't stop On fire, got up, too up True light can't lie, never If you catch me Pissin' pot, yeah Crack-selling drive, yeah Cop sellin' drug, yeah Line on my time, yeah Ride with my dawg, yeah Ride hoe, thot, yeah Drugs on nitrous, flights on privates Settle down, coming now, sort it out Comin' round, bring me low, super high F*ck it now, put me down, room up Come around, comin' down, wooh My bitch, she leaking My God, she tweaking Hop out, The Weeknd; My ride this evening not right Cause we don't come around Oh, we gone come around The weed don't come around Babe we gone come around Everywhere I go rock is up, Pradas up with the lights on Everywhere I go iPhone whites up with the lights out Everywhere I probably don't but I can probably do it where the lights at Every week on that Patron, ain't no rights on when a right's out Five fifties every bright tone, I'm a bright tone fetching lights now F*ck city, that yo drug city, they-don't-love city, we aight' now Thas a new watch Thas a blue drug Thas a red dot That my new cup I froze asleep last night, yeah I popped my bitch last night, yeah I go sleep, I die, yeah Remember this We don't sleep no more, we go right back We go see the Dome, it gon fly back So call me up, call me up, call me up So call me up, call me up, call me up Magical, crazy hoe Where'd we go, Brandy? Ah-uh-uh Nah-uh-uh