[Verse 1] Ain’t my fault your speakers choke, my truth too heavy for the notes. When I clear my throat, it’s scheduled smoke, don’t let me get ahead of you — like a tee you can’t pull your head through. Hearts on sleeves so big, like guns that don’t fit in the frame of show biz. I’m too raw for the edit you saw, and I used AI so you see what you saw times ten when I begin — games change, names fade, faces can’t look at me the same. Like I was locked again, but this time my mind was freed — Jesus signed the release. I let you go like a Dutch oven, kept it under covers, swept it under a lying rug for a Judas hug and a kiss. [Hook] Keep it stupid simple, smile like dimples, let it rip, ruffle feathers, watch the ripples. Felonious music, bridge it together, Trojan in your city with a storm to weather. New but gritty, humor that’s witty, catch me on the screen when the truth gets pretty. [Verse 2] Measured my life in ounces, not in days or dreams. Kept my truth in the shadows, let my lies hit the streams. You thought you saw a man with a vice, but I was selling my soul at a cut‑rate price. Now I’m back with the locks undone, mind like a loaded gun. Felonious flow, I don’t bite my tongue, I’m the song you fear but still get sung. [Hook – repeat] Keep it stupid simple, smile like dimples, let it rip, ruffle feathers, watch the ripples. Felonious music, bridge it together, Trojan in your city with a storm to weather. New but gritty, humor that’s witty, catch me on the screen when the truth gets pretty.
