Not even lying

Chills down my spine when I'm writing this But I'm not really trying You were supposed to turn evil, but you never did We were not even lying You have to let it out or it'll never happen My king of the fucking West village, my bodyguard He is always here with me You say I live in a basement underground, no window But I still decorated that shit like it was a salon Chills down my spine when I'm writing this But I'm not really trying You were supposed to turn evil, but you never did They were not even lying And I go to the beach Didn't know I was so weak Playing with fire and it touched me My friend calls it a trap house It's called a spa I ran the fucking East village and now I walk But she's always here with me (She gave me the love from her soul) And I go to the beach Didn't know I was so weak Playing with fire and it touched me Im way out, Im way out It took 3 hours Waiting on you (It was the last night) Im waiting on you You might be waiting for me On the street You're lighting it up You're blowing off steam I'm letting you go But don't let go of me Don't say you forgot it, no Chills down my spine when I'm writing this But I'm not really trying You were supposed to turn evil, but you never did They were not even lying Chills down my spine when I'm writing this But I'm not really trying You were supposed to turn evil, but you never did They were not even lying Not even lying Not even lying Not even lying Not even lying Not even lying Not even lying Not even lying Not even lying Not even lying Not even lying