[Verse 1: Bob Savage] It's so true, I'm not George Clooney Looks on the Wane, I'm a lot more Rooney Kush is the bane of my lifelong story Hooked on the grade so I'll die by 40 It's so true man, life is a ballache It's been so since I arrived at the school gates Now 9 to 5, try and skive from the workplace I'd rather die than be striving for first place (So true) - no it's not man, you span me another line Must think I'm senile, Last of the Summer Wine MCs are brown bread, pa** me the bu*ter knife So true, no food, fast till it's supper time It's so true yet truth is subjective So who is impressed with the rumours suggested? Now you do to the truth what the press did You knew truth and suppressed it It's so true [Verse 2: Jenre] It's so true Every problem I smoke through And when one won't do then I smoke two Three, four, my mood's like a seesaw Up, down, before I see what the beef's for It's so true That I'm all in a mess Yes I understand the mechanics of cause and effect But I ball and I stress And that's the way it is I more than accept that its negative the way I live It's so true man I can't lie You know I am high Every single day mate, they pa** by I don't have my wits about me I'm in a cell and it's hell when these bars and these spliffs surround me It's so true That I've lost it My whole world's crumbling like week old dog sh** No keys or locks picked I'm locked out But still trapped inside this sick mind and I want out