Truth is Nothing has really changed for ya,

Since our youth.

You still going around in the same circles

of Friends,

In that same nothing town.

Tellin' all those about the big wide world of Cali; bottles and parties that you'll have to save for the next go around.

Tellin' all the same stories of the money that you've made; slaven the day away trying to sell promo's of your self through the chirpper, 1700 likes, still declaring how broke you is, while your twirking.

 $30,000 a page, two thousand above minimum wage. Afraid to get a job cause the dream might fade. Never went to university so you could be made a slave. Got married to a loser that came home to you, askin' you to carry the weight.

Truth is Nothing has really changed for ya,

And your much too proud,

To let me know I've seen through ya. Remember all those vows of how you were going to make it big. You laughed and loved to see me fail; now I watch you sail, morooned in a 10 year wade of charades, disgusted at a lack of production, now you fussin'

All I want is the Unadulterated Truth from ya.

I want to sit with my boy in my arms and ask you how your life is;

You were flawless,

Certainly lawless,

Followed only rules that allowed you to confuse the mindless, You had the craziest idea of growing money; kind of went somethin' like:

"Friends are not ones that you ask you to spend money on them and they don't spend money on you."

All I want is the Unadulterated Truth from ya.

In the years that you knew me was I really no more than a sperm donar,

Made to go from comfort to mercenary in one summer. Picking the pockets of every loose lipped critic that you'd meet and squeeze magically something from nothin'.

All I want is the Unadulterated Truth from ya.

Are you enjoy your life  right now; lying to your fans about the trips, goals, making those who bought into you, to ask, a classic;

"What you've been doin' with your money?"

All I want is the Unadulterated Truth from ya.

Is you, or Isn't you,

Still livin' in them Carolina Hills,

Sellin' pictures of yourself for a magaizine that is just not hot, Like Bow WoW cleanin'g up someones track,

Mixing dreams for those in there 30's, clearly not identifying with the reality of life, failin' ones own expecations, Must be nice.

All I want is the Unadultereated Truth From ya.