NDA/TRXST Lyrics

(Do you feel like you're taking a risk, Mac Miller?)

(Um, I, like, like, I feel it's very vulnerable for me I'm very out there on this album)

(So it's a bit of a risk)

(Yeah, but, but, it feels good)

You can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself

We ain't fucking, you're just fucking with my head

Didn't know that I was balling like it's NBA

Now everytime I fuck a bitch she signs an NDA

You can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself

We ain't fucking, you're just fucking with my head

Didn't know that I was balling like it's NBA

Now everytime I fuck a bitch she signs an NDA

Keep on changing teams she think she Raheem Sterling

Spreading fake rumours, I feel like Kyrie Irving

Too many fucking lies, got my brain hurting

Fuck yo' rage, i burn that sage, I'm chilling while you hurting

Allegations, accusations

Threats, claims and rumors

Shawty say she cancer

I say, "yeah, and a tumor"

Tryna front for everybody

But the truth consumes her

How you such a fucking clown

Yet make me lose my humor?

But keep on chatting shit though

You know you ain't it though

Where the fuck is self respect?

You threw it out the window

Keep on playing with everybody

The world is your Nintendo

Calls it King shit

But it's more like Sacramento

(You know they suck, right?)

(I mean I don't make the rules, you know? That's just how it is)

(And like, I am very in belief,)

(That fear is a very guiding thing in life)

You can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself, (don't lie)

We ain't fucking, you're just fucking with my head, (fucking with my head)

Didn't know that I was balling like it's NBA

Now everytime I fuck a bitch she signs an NDA, (NDA)

You can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself

We ain't fucking, you're just fucking with my head

Didn't know that I was balling like it's NBA

Now everytime I fuck a bitch she signs an NDA, (NDA)

(Sometimes will influence your creative process like, like)

(Comparing your music to other people's music)

(Or, or, what's hot right now? Or where are the bangers?)

(Which is like the, the, the worst question to ask yourself at the end of a creative Process)

(Cause you'll have a whole idea and all of a sudden you'll be like)

(But hold on? Where are the bangers?)

(I had an idea and I just wanted to stick with it, and, and, whatever happens with it Happens. You know?)

I'm painting a picture

Painting you villain

Got all these walls

Ain't got no ceiling

Might get a rise

Won't do the killing

Fuck everything up

Just for a feeling

Just to feel something, you curious

Clowning our lives, hilarious

Bitch, you really can't be serious?

At least I got all this material

So no

I gotta let you know

That I can never trust you anymore

I'm throwing facts

So, she throwing blame

Missing me lately

Fuck all her aim

Friends, family, or enemies

Cause you know, lately

Fuck it man, it's all the same

Either way you tryna fuck up my brain

Either way you all about yo' gain

At least I got all these tracks

Hearin' em back

Instead of hearing complains

Run it back, run it back

Running again

808s slapping

I'm speakin' my pain

All of you fake, American pageants

Smoke in my mouth, American dragon

I'm Jake Longing, we not the same

Cause you on that Danny Phantom bandwagon

Know where you headed, it's the same pattern

You and me? Nah, it can't happen

So no

I gotta let you know

That I can't ever trust you anymore