White Lies Lyrics

Yeah, are they fucking with me? Are they part of the team

I guess one day we'll see but i smell white lies

Some say that my songs don't ever grow old something like white whine

I just stuck to the dream but it's not what it seems

Some days I feel low though

So I roll up my weed

Now the devils in me can't help but to smoke, no

Please someone tell me what i don't know

Hardest out in my city why you think that they asking for photos

And i know some probably hate me

I can tell but they don't know i know though

And back then i thought a million streams means you made it

But now i got loads bro, yeah, yeahh

I'm still out in alleyways, tryna roll up in the cold

A&r's saying I'm different

I'm bound to go blow if i keep it the way that I'm going

Told them i already know

Mum said to keep on your grind

I don't do trapping no more, the musics the vibe

It's just the tax that's fucking my vibe

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't wanna know if it ain't about the doe

She wanna know now I'm up on my rise

And i know that you know, i don't want you to go

I've been told I'm a star. A Rapstar in due time, yeah yeah

And at night i look in the stars

I got these diamonds on my mind and i can't help but think they ours

In this life, in this life, some get high, some they don't

But I've been low and took these highs to try and hide these lows

I wonder why, wonder why, wonder why, they all hate on me

Maybe because they know it's me that's been chose

I can't lie it do feel amazing

I started this rapping shit back in the lockdown

And didn't think that i could make it

Now I'm getting these streams all over the globe, it's me

It's money I'm making

Are they fucking with me? Are they part of the team

I guess one day we'll see but i smell white lies

Some say that my songs don't ever grow old

Something like white whine

I just stuck to the dream but it's not what it seems

Some days I feel low though

So I roll up my weed

Now the devils in me can't help but to smoke, no

No, no. Look I've grown

When i was little young boy bro

I still felt like i was going to be known

Yet we still out on streets in these cold nights

Tryna make money off rapping i know

I just wanna make little me proud bro we had a dream

We about to explode

Are they fucking with me? Are they part of the team

I guess one day we'll see but i smell white lies

Some say that my songs don't ever grow old

Something like white whine

I just stuck to the dream but it's not what it seems

Some days i feel low though

So i roll up my weed

Now the devils in me can't help but to smoke, no