TMI

I swallow my tongue too many times, I'm starting to choke

I'm laughing my ass all the way off, it's gotta be jokes

You got on concealer but all of your lies are out in the open

You think you a mack, you trying to morph, your cover is blown

I'm out in the cold, looking at you like you got me confused

I'm bringing the smoke, my ego is bruised

I'm in the booth, facing the mic

All of the words that were spoken, there is no truce

You think it's a game, you think that it's cute

I really don't speak on too many things, I'm sparing your feelings