Tedua - La Verit Lyrics

[Text of "The Truth" ft. bnkr44]

[Piccolo]
The truth is something that hurt me
The truth is something I can't listen to
The truth is that deep down my courage is a flaw
But I can't give up

[Piccolo & Erin ]
The truth is something that hurt me
The truth is something I can't listen to
The truth is that deep down my courage is a flaw
Don't abandon me

[Tedua]
My courage is passing
But it's a flaw, gets in the way
Okay, shall I launch? I'll try? But I stumble again
You never took sides, ignorant of the f*ck
With the bullied boy in the oratory field
Out of purgatory the soul spits hate in its accusing tone
Cry me a flood, make this house a lake
I measure it with a stick because I touch it or I go to the bottom suffocated
And I see the world a little blurry
How many tears have I shed inside a broken goblet
Baudelaire, bohème, Voltaire
Mon frè, with you, how many pages have I turned
You spit sentences, like Minos
I don't even offer mimosas to lesser women
Collected from a hedge, hidden, yo
When you expose yourself, it's worth more than a hundred sessions
You take care of yourself and analyze your gaps
Valued like the DOP does with light points
But if there's no transparency, it breaks the cause and effect chain
Every half truth you've said, in rejection, comes back
And you're back to square one, baby, looking in the mirror (Looking in the mirror)
Remember we don't see things as they are but as we are

[Piccolo & Erin]
The truth is a thing that hurt me
The truth is a thing I can't listen to
The truth is that deep down my courage is a flaw
Don't abandon me

[Interlude]
If I asked you about the Baby, you'd probably tell me a sonnet, but looking at a woman, you've never been quite vulnerable
Feeling that God sent an angel to Earth just for you (Just for you)
To save you from the depths of hell

[Tedua]
I attract what I think if you reveal the secrets of the universe to me
It's quantum physics, I told the professor, I was better at subjects
Better fake intellectual than fake criminal
But I'm not pretending, please, it's the habit of smoking before speaking
I have the rhetoric of the caretaker, but also the eye of the director
The herb of the pharmacist, the lyrical mind, the mouth of truth
The hand of the poet, the broken knuckle for the brawl
I have the sweat of fatigue, the taste of defeat, the scent of ruin
I have tears of joy like those of those who reach the top
Tedua

[Piccolo]
The truth is something that hurt me
The truth is a which I don't know how to listen
The truth is that deep down my courage is a flaw
But I don't know how to give up


[Faster & Erin]
Heaven and Hell are all around us
Truth or lie, you don't know what you want anymore
What hurts less you don't remember anymore