Lyrics
Mm... Late night make a liar sound honest. I can talk my way around it, Make the wrong sound right somehow. I can talk my way around it, Till the truth start talkin’ louder now. Smooth mouth, cold grin, Whole lotta smoke in the vowels— I can talk my way around it... Can’t talk my way around me now. Black road, backlit, hand tight on the grain, Gold glint, low tint, city drag in the rain. I got language for the damage, got style for the stain, Make a bad move bow polite when I say it that way. I done called fear “space,” called pride “self-respect,” Called distance “discipline,” called hurt “not yet.” And it worked on the room, worked on her, worked on me— Till the silence in the cabin quit lettin’ it breathe. Every pretty little phrase got a bruise in the seam, Every cool little shrug got a cost underneath. I’m a poet with a lockjaw, preacher with a cut lip, Still dressin’ all my weak spots up in fly talk and toughness. Say less, mean less— That’s a trick I used well. But the dark hear the edit And the night know the smell. No crowd, no flex, just the dash and the blur, Just me and every sentence I used not to hurt. I can make guilt sound grown, make avoidance sound wise, Put a silk shirt on regret, make it pass for advice. And the bassline low like a threat in the floor, Like the man in the mirror done heard this before. I been all cool shoulders, clean diction, no cracks— Whole personality built like a beautiful mask. But the mask got sweat, and the breath gettin’ loud, And the words don’t hit the same depth right now. What good is a polished mouth if the soul stay bent? If I keep narratin’ ruin like it came with intent? Look— I can flip that pain to a paragraph, make it feel premium, Dress that ache in a cadence and call it convenient. Whole life talk slick, but the body know the truth, Jaw locked, hands cold, still bleed in the booth. I done spun that blame like chrome on a rim, Made a whole career out of almost confessin’. But tonight that spin feel thin in the chest— All that game in my mouth can’t outrap unrest. Maybe I was never honest— Just elegant with the dodge. Maybe every clean explanation Was a hallway, not a door. Mm... A hallway, not a door. I can talk my way around it, Make the wrong sound right somehow. I can talk my way around it, Till the truth start talkin’ louder now. Smooth mouth, cold grin, But the mask don’t sit the same now— I can talk my way around it... Can’t talk my way around me now. No witness... no crowd... Just me hearin’ me clear. Talk my way around it...
Lyrics
Mm... Late night make a liar sound honest. I can talk my way around it, Make the wrong sound right somehow. I can talk my way around it, Till the truth start talkin’ louder now. Smooth mouth, cold grin, Whole lotta smoke in the vowels— I can talk my way around it... Can’t talk my way around me now. Black road, backlit, hand tight on the grain, Gold glint, low tint, city drag in the rain. I got language for the damage, got style for the stain, Make a bad move bow polite when I say it that way. I done called fear “space,” called pride “self-respect,” Called distance “discipline,” called hurt “not yet.” And it worked on the room, worked on her, worked on me— Till the silence in the cabin quit lettin’ it breathe. Every pretty little phrase got a bruise in the seam, Every cool little shrug got a cost underneath. I’m a poet with a lockjaw, preacher with a cut lip, Still dressin’ all my weak spots up in fly talk and toughness. Say less, mean less— That’s a trick I used well. But the dark hear the edit And the night know the smell. No crowd, no flex, just the dash and the blur, Just me and every sentence I used not to hurt. I can make guilt sound grown, make avoidance sound wise, Put a silk shirt on regret, make it pass for advice. And the bassline low like a threat in the floor, Like the man in the mirror done heard this before. I been all cool shoulders, clean diction, no cracks— Whole personality built like a beautiful mask. But the mask got sweat, and the breath gettin’ loud, And the words don’t hit the same depth right now. What good is a polished mouth if the soul stay bent? If I keep narratin’ ruin like it came with intent? Look— I can flip that pain to a paragraph, make it feel premium, Dress that ache in a cadence and call it convenient. Whole life talk slick, but the body know the truth, Jaw locked, hands cold, still bleed in the booth. I done spun that blame like chrome on a rim, Made a whole career out of almost confessin’. But tonight that spin feel thin in the chest— All that game in my mouth can’t outrap unrest. Maybe I was never honest— Just elegant with the dodge. Maybe every clean explanation Was a hallway, not a door. Mm... A hallway, not a door. I can talk my way around it, Make the wrong sound right somehow. I can talk my way around it, Till the truth start talkin’ louder now. Smooth mouth, cold grin, But the mask don’t sit the same now— I can talk my way around it... Can’t talk my way around me now. No witness... no crowd... Just me hearin’ me clear. Talk my way around it...