Don’t Deny It

You said it was a favor, just a tiny little thing. Now you're spinning

stories while the vipers sing. Oh, oh. I see you

twisting. Oh, oh. Truth resisting. Eight years later,

now the stage is set. You're pointing fingers like we never met.

Took my light, tried to dim my shine. You painted the villain,

but the brush ain't mine. You called me a thief in the court of

the crowd. Turned whispers to screams, made it so loud.

But lies don't last, and here comes the truth. The spotlight's on