Buck 65 - I Trusted You lyrics

[Intro] Here is a really brilliant new talent, a singer of such rare distinction, that we simply had to share him with you, it's an honor to welcome to the stage, the gifted... “Mr Sage... Mr Sage... Shoot, I'm looking for a man named Sage” [Verse 1] You know, it's been like 20 years I've been doing this, sh**. Came up with a lot of people, a few of which fell the f** off. So I'mma dedicate this to y'all Pieces of sh** who disappear when the campaign fades Got a nice little record but you can't play on stage I anti-promote you so I can't say your names You're crying about money with your brand name shades You tint out the window to your bland brain waves You couldn't see us move past the champagne phase I done changed the game while your fans stayed the same And say, "Shoot. I'm looking for a man named Sage." [Hook] I trusted you (x 16) [Verse 2] Listen, don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things And don't forget to hit the deck when ma' machete swings It's a rage that engages when the celly rings You don't gotta interrupt my life just to tell me things I don't get along with self-help book worms Had a ring of 'em around me and they all took turns With looks of concern while taking what they could get Some parasitic, bloated tick, opportunistic bullsh** My little one-trick pony You had a good run while I was patting your a** but after that All anyone could say is how you're so down to earth So is dog sh**. Both are getting left in the dirt [Hook] I trusted you (x 8) No, it ain't about the lie, it's how you tell me it I'll slap this hatchet in your back before we bury it Then spit out your cherry pit Your petty sh** goes tits up. I'm like, "Man, whateva." You're all like, "What is your damage, Honey?" f** me gently with a chainsaw. Just make sure You lube up with salt solution, stupid, I'm a take it raw There's canker sores on the lip service you give me Your facial flaws are gettin' all nervous and shifty Sissy. That's an easy tell Consider the elbow grease that I put in when you get jealous of what you see me sell How'd you fit those big dollar signs in your little beady eyes Without the use of photoshop or CGI? I've got a special effect, it's called hard work I write my own checks, that's just one of my job's perks You got burnt but you keep playing with matchsticks Keep falling off like weak refrigerator magnets Lock and load. co*k and aim I've got a razor tongue but it's like a taser gun when I make shocking claims And I don't just talk some game Cause I'm a commentator and a player and a coach who can fan the flame f** a stand off, I'll chop your hand off And I'll shove it down your throat until you choke and you can't cough Dis me in your city if you need to, but when I come through... [Outro] "Am I glad to see you Sage!" "Wow Mr. Sage. You made me wish I could have been there too!" [Outro: Andy Kaufman] “I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you...” (loop with crazy screams)