In Love With A Lie Fashawn

[Verse One: Fashawn]
Yeah fatigue and tryin' to say this is what art is
Trying to find time to kiss my daughter
I missed the whole first year of her life
And most of the second promoting these records
Guess me and my father just alike
When I needed him he was off in the night
And my mother he never called her his wife
When he was in prison I never bothered to write
I don’t know where my personal life ends
And the public one begins
Fuck money got need to make ammends
With the brothers I used to call friends
Baby mothers I would run a pair
Got me gussling gin, rolling my reefer
Reminiscing stuff on rocks and the soul of my sneakers
It was hustle or die, guess I’m living my dreams
Hating the fact I’m in love with the lie

[Hook: Fashawn]
I’m too proud to beg, too angry to cry
Got me wondering why? Somebody tell me why
I’m in love with a lie
I’m too proud to beg, and too angry to cry
Got me wondering why? Somebody tell me why
I’m in love with a lie