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