Honesty is such a lonely word Everyone is so untrue Honesty is hardly ever heard And mostly what I need from you If you search for tenderness It isn't hard to find You can have the love you need to live But if you look for truthfulness You might just as

Tell me why, haven't I heard from you I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse Why haven't I heard from you So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Well back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell Invented a

Tell me why, haven't I heard from you I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse Why haven't I heard from you So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Well back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell Invented a

Hey Lordy mama Tell me what you gonna do now What you gonna do Tell me what you gonna do I heard you wasn't feeling' good They're spreadin' dirty rumors All around the neighborhood They say you're mean and evil

I'm not famous, no And I don't hate it, no Where my haters? I don't got 'em It don't matter what my name is I don't got one, I'm not famous, no 'Cause I'm not famous, no Paparazzi is at an all-time low You never heard of me

Fuck what they heard, tell 'em, mind they business If you want it, baby, I'll go and get it Treat it like a pony, the way you ride that shit Know you love a nigga, you ain't gotta hide that shit Get in that pussy and I'm never leavin' with it You a real

All I know is I've heard this all before Reality's a bore (is a bore) You ask me to believe it (never believe) Something they provide Can't bring myself to, do what You want me to (want me to) This is who we are and (who we are) Nothing's gonna change

You've gotta spread the word La la la, la-la la La-la, la-la-la-la la Tell 'em what you've heard All around the world It's gonna be okay You're gonna make a better day Yeah, I know what I know So please don't cry, never say die

What have I got to do to make you love me What do I do when lightning strikes me What have I got to do to be heard, It's sad (so sad) What have I got to do to make you care, And I wake to find that you're not there? What have I got to do to make you want

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should of slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told