[Verse 1] Same night, three versions, all of ‘em clean. The laugh hit pretty, but it don’t sit right on the line. You told it left, then you told it right. Same ending, new hallway, different light. I ain’t saying you lied. I’m saying the details keep taking sides. Fangs in, pulse loud, I clock every tell. If the truth was solid, it wouldn’t need a sequel. [Pre-Chorus] Turn it. Turn it again. If I stare long enough, I’ll find the dent. [Chorus] Every angle, every cut, same face wearing a different what. Tell me which version is the real one. I’ll pick the one that hurts less when I’m done. Every angle, I still don’t sit. The story keeps changing clothes and calling it legit. [Verse 2] You blink on the name, skip on the time. All them little glitches tend to show when you rewind. I let you talk. I let you shine. I run the tape like I recorded the crime. Trust want a pattern. Trust want a match. All I got’s a mosaic with a couple tiles snatched. I could swallow it whole, call the static a vibe. Or I keep circling ‘til the picture don’t survive. [Rap] Check the left, check the right, check the floor, check the ceiling. Nothing sneaking up if I already did the peeling. Spin the whole thing twice, make sure the work good. If it’s solid, it don’t hide, it hold like it should. You ain’t gotta dress the truth, press it, paint it, pose. Real already look good with the bare face on. Every angle, every seam, every breath in the room. If it’s clean, it’ll stay clean when I zoom. [Chorus] Every angle, every cut, same face wearing a different what. Tell me which version is the real one. I’ll pick the one that hurts less when I’m done. Every angle, I still don’t sit. The story keeps changing clothes and calling it legit. [Outro] I ain’t calling you a liar. I’m calling the angle.
