So True by QELD Lyrics
[Verse 1: Bob Savage]
It's so true, I'm not George Clooney
Looks on the Wane, I'm a lot more Rooney
Kush is the bane of my lifelong story
Hooked on the grade so I'll die by 40
It's so true man, life is a ballache
It's been so since I arrived at the school gates
Now 9 to 5, try and skive from the workplace
I'd rather die than be striving for first place
(So true) - no it's not man, you span me another line
Must think I'm senile, Last of the Summer Wine
MCs are brown bread, pass me the butter knife
So true, no food, fast till it's supper time
It's so true yet truth is subjective
So who is impressed with the rumours suggested?
Now you do to the truth what the press did
You knew truth and suppressed it
It's so true
[Verse 2: Jenre]
It's so true
Every problem I smoke through
And when one won't do then I smoke two
Three, four, my mood's like a seesaw
Up, down, before I see what the beef's for
It's so true
That I'm all in a mess
Yes I understand the mechanics of cause and effect
But I ball and I stress
And that’s the way it is
I more than accept that its negative the way I live
It's so true man I can't lie
You know I am high
Every single day mate, they pass by
I don't have my wits about me
I'm in a cell and it’s hell when these bars and these spliffs surround me
It's so true
That I've lost it
My whole world's crumbling like week old dog shit
No keys or locks picked
I'm locked out
But still trapped inside this sick mind and I want out
It's so true, I'm not George Clooney
Looks on the Wane, I'm a lot more Rooney
Kush is the bane of my lifelong story
Hooked on the grade so I'll die by 40
It's so true man, life is a ballache
It's been so since I arrived at the school gates
Now 9 to 5, try and skive from the workplace
I'd rather die than be striving for first place
(So true) - no it's not man, you span me another line
Must think I'm senile, Last of the Summer Wine
MCs are brown bread, pass me the butter knife
So true, no food, fast till it's supper time
It's so true yet truth is subjective
So who is impressed with the rumours suggested?
Now you do to the truth what the press did
You knew truth and suppressed it
It's so true
[Verse 2: Jenre]
It's so true
Every problem I smoke through
And when one won't do then I smoke two
Three, four, my mood's like a seesaw
Up, down, before I see what the beef's for
It's so true
That I'm all in a mess
Yes I understand the mechanics of cause and effect
But I ball and I stress
And that’s the way it is
I more than accept that its negative the way I live
It's so true man I can't lie
You know I am high
Every single day mate, they pass by
I don't have my wits about me
I'm in a cell and it’s hell when these bars and these spliffs surround me
It's so true
That I've lost it
My whole world's crumbling like week old dog shit
No keys or locks picked
I'm locked out
But still trapped inside this sick mind and I want out