no more lies Songtext
von Rob Apollo

My self-worth built off aimin′ for the top
Got the same pain as my pops
Way I was raised never stop
Kill for my props
My flowers not from no shop
I'm next
My mom present at best
Cards so close to the chest
My mom ain′t nothin' like me
I keep my heart on my sleeve
I love hard when I leave
I'm free


Twelve steps saved me
Anonymous rooms, anonymous dudes really made me
Realized my resentments were inward
And I had to make peace to make the pain leave
Used to go to four recovery meetings
And three therapies every week, no excuses
Learning vulnerability for the first time
Learned it′s about lettin′ go
Not controlling the usin'
Learned I statements and solutions
Learned how to process my abuses
From my youth and
Let the hate that I feel get loosened
Learned how to make amends to my friends
And accept if the anger they feel don′t die
Made my bed, I gotta close my eyes
I fight no more lies
Three years now in recovery's guide
Three year chip feels just like gold
First thing I earned that really felt mine
Kicked my addiction, found God when I died
Three years with Molly, back when I was insane
Spent one apart while I fixed up my brain
Three more years this time full of healing
I can′t wait to put a ring on that thang

My self-worth built off aimin' for the top
Got the same pain as my pops
Way I was raised never stop
Kill for my props
My flowers not from no shop
I′m next
My mom present at best
Cards so close to the chest
My mom nothin' like me
I keep my heart on my sleeve
I love hard when I leave
I'm free


I love hard then I leave
No drugs here bitch I abuse me
Tryna fuck fans, that′s cheating on the team
I be fucking fans, that′s cheating on the dream
Tryna stay balanced while sneezing on a beam
Losing all my focus while sneezing on a fiend
Tryna stay hopeful after crashing for a week
Need to stay grounded while they speaking on me
(What they speakin' on?)
I keep chasing whatever the fuck get me high
I′m still reading the book, Rob, I swear to God
I'm still writing my hooks, dawg I′m probably fine
If we call it what it is, I'll probably lie
I just had a great show, yeah I feel alive
If I don′t get laid Ima unalive
If the dm's a bad bih, I'm finna slide
Staying up ′til 5AM if they reply
Don′t call me a fiend, boy
I'm just in need
Don′t call it a problem, just somethin' to work on
Ima fuck ′til the hurt gone
I ain't shit, I′m just something to twerk on
I hate being alone
I can't stand coming home
I'm at war with my phone
Fuck I need help, I can′t do it on my own nah