No Filter ft. Weez The Satellite Kiid & TLS Lyrics

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I do not dance with the devil (I do not dance)

Tell Lucy watch where you stepping, okay

My soul been covered in blood (covered in blood)

The red bottoms just for aesthetic, okay

Here go the raw and unedited (raw and unedited)

Here go the scars and the blemishes (scars and the blemishes)

The hero is not how you pictured him (picture this)

Picture my life with no filter, okay

Catch a glimpse before you caption this

I know my past is blurry 'cause my aperture open

Strike a balance but I like a challenge

Strike the serpent head, then strike a (pose) (hold that)

Picture that I'm on a roll (Kodak)

What you lack, you wanna (pose) (hold that)

Bloody shoes, that's on my soul (Bodak)

They ain't messing with these rare editions

You a square if you don't fit the box or the narrative

Skip the parody, your circle ain't pure (nah)

Whittled down to like two hundred some characters

Turn your avi to a caricature (whoo)

I been staring at the man in the mirror

I understand him after having that talk

How dare I go and wear a mask after hearing him

This affair ain't that romantic at all (hmm)

I don't even wanna dance (nahhh)

Something 'bout a room that's on fire though

Why you tryna hold hands (whaaa)

Said I can't deny the undeniable

Like, so you can't have friends (whoaaa)

Killa in a red dress and Prada shoes

I don't wanna make amends

I just step off the elevator

Can't go down with you, nah

I do not dance with the devil (I do not dance)

Tell Lucy watch where you stepping, okay

My soul been covered in blood (covered in blood)

The red bottoms just for aesthetic, okay

Here go the raw and unedited (raw and unedited)

Here go the scars and the blemishes (scars and the blemishes)

The hero is not how you pictured him (picture this)

Picture my life with no filter, okay

Strike a pose, snap the pic, crop to fit

Add a caption, I want mass appeal

Like, repost while you're at it

If I don't get no satisfaction, I'ma snap forreal

I don't really do social media (nah)

Honestly, it's cancerous, leukemia

Everybody tripping, Expedia

Mixing up the facts, Wikipedia

Throwing up a filter, like bulimia

Threads got her ex in her face, how the update tweeting ya

Buddy gotta flex for the 'gram 'cause the flex is a gram

Addiction look different over media (facts)

People think I have consistence (hmm)

I be thinking inconsistent (yup)

Maybe 'cause our measurement different (different)

Maybe 'cause I measure in distance (distance)

I'd rather not post 'bout the family

Rather make memories with the clan

Rather be the man that'll stand on his word

Put together sentences that put together law so good

Judges certify his sentencing (yeahhh)

I don't wanna bend perceptions (mmm)

I just want real acceptance (facts)

Even when the man post flawless (flawless)

Man with flaws accept it (yeah)

Lemme live a life authentic

Let my social media bless it (bless)

I'm a good father and husband

And real life always gon' test it

I do not dance with the devil (I do not dance)

Tell Lucy watch where you stepping, okay

My soul been covered in blood (covered in blood)

The red bottoms just for aesthetic, okay

Here go the raw and unedited (raw and unedited)

Here go the scars and the blemishes (scars and the blemishes)

The hero is not how you pictured him (picture this)

Picture my life with no filter, okay