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letra de steam engine - various artists

understand something, people.
lying will ruin your life.
lying will ruin your godd-mn life.
lying ruined my marriage.
true sh-t, sweetie.
lying ruined my godd-mn marriage.
that’s a lie, i cheated.
(crowd laughs)
let’s talk about it, though,
let’s figure it out.
don’t judge me. let me explain. um…
yes. yes, people, i cheated.
am i ashamed of it? no. no, i am not.
do i wish that i could take it back?
no. no, i don’t. let me tell you why.
you can’t evolve as a man
if you never make a mistake.
the only way that you could be perfect
is to f-ck up.
i get it, i f-cked up.
“don’t cheat.” nah! whatever.
now, do i.
do i think cheating was the problem?
no, i don’t.
cheating was not the problem.
lying about cheating was the problem.
if i’d had been honest about it,
might have worked it out.
but i wasn’t. i lied.
and i didn’t just lie on myself,
i put my best friend in my lie.
now i don’t think that’s a bad thing to do.
let me explain why.
if you’re my best friend,
i shouldn’t have to ask you to lie for me.
i shouldn’t have to ask your permission
for me to put you in my lie.
you know why? ’cause you’re my
best f-cking friend, b-tch.
that’s your job.
the day that we signed up
and said that we best friends,
that means that
(pointing back and forth)
my bullsh-t is your bullsh-t.
and your bullsh-t is my bullsh-t.
if you’re my real best friend,
you should know that i need you
to lie for me by the look on my face.
if i’m looking at you
and i’m not blinking, if i’m like this…
(staring wide eyed with his hands open)
(crowd laughs)
that’s a godd-mn sign.
that means, “the b-tch got the drop on us.
my back is against the wall.
this is not a test.
it’s the real deal, help me! help me!
(very exaggerated)
n-gg-! help me!
my friend harry ignored all signs, okay?
let me tell you how sh-t hit the fan.
i come in the house, right?
come in the house,
like, 4: 00 in the morning.
i’m drunk, people. drunk as sh-t.
i have no balance. i’m all over the place.
i’m rocking back and forth.
soon as i walk in the house,
she wakes up, she goes off.
“you know what? i’m sick of this.
i know you’s probably out with some b-tch.
you was probably
messing with some b-tch.”
now, i’m drunk, i don’t wanna respond,
because i don’t have any balance.
i’m rocking back and forth.
you don’t look believable
when you’re rocking back and forth.
so i had to choose a stance
in which i looked believable.
so i chose this.
(standing with his legs in a lunging position and his hands at head level)
i said, “let me tell you something,
listen to me.
“wasn’t n-body with no b-tch, okay?
you’re wrong.
matter of fact, to prove you wrong,
i’m gonna call harry.
harry not expecting me to call right now,
so harry don’t have no reason to lie.
and i’m gonna put it on speakerphone.
(pointing)
about to make you feel stupid. watch this.
watch how f-cking stupid you feel.
watch. watch this.
(dialing his phone)
harry. harry, real quick, don’t lie.”
let’s stop right there.
(crowd laughs)
let’s just stop right there for a second.
what does that mean?
what does that mean, people?
lie. it means, lie. right now.
that means, “the b-tch got the drop on us.
my back is against the wall.
this is not a test.
it’s the real deal, help me! help me!
(very exaggerated)
n-gg-! help me!”
harry ignored all signs.
i’m gonna tell you exactly what harry said.
i said, “harry. harry, real quick, don’t lie.
where’re we coming from right now?”
he said, “man, you was with that
b-tch with the fat -ss.”
(in his strange girl like voice)
“what? oh, no.
“no, no, no, no.
“oh, no. no, no, no, no.”
yo.
(high pitched voice)
i was so f-cking scared.
i was so scared.
i mean, this b-tch gonna kill me.
she’s gonna f-cking kill me.
(normal voice)
see, but understand
something. i’m not mad at harry.
the reason i’m not mad at harry
is because harry has done some dumb sh-t,
but i understand who he is.
see, harry might be the smartest dumbest
friend that i’ve ever had in my life, okay?
let me tell you the dumbest thing
that harry has ever done.
harry invented the code for us to use
to let each other know
when we were around our women.
basically, if somebody used the code,
it means, “don’t say anything stupid.
you might be on speakerphone.
don’t say nothing dumb.
the phone might be loud enough so my girl
can hear whatever it is you’re saying.”
it means, “don’t say anything
that could jeopardize our relationship.”
the code was, “man, i’m hungry as sh-t.”
that’s the code, people.
“man, i’m hungry as sh-t.”
here’s what p-ssed me off about the code.
(exaggerated)
harry invented the f-cking code.
so there’s no reason
why harry should have messed up the code.
here’s how harry messes it up.
i’m in the car with my lady.
i’m driving, she’s in the p-ssenger seat.
harry calls me when i’m in the car.
i got the bluetooth sh-t in the car,
so my phone rings, the whole car rings.
harry’s name pops up on the dashboard.
i answer, “what up, boy?”
“kev, what’s going on?”
“ain’t sh-t.”
this is how i knew the conversation
was about to take a turn for the worse.
this is how i knew it was
about to get filthy. he said,
“n-gg-!”
(blank stare and strange look along with noises)
“harry, hey, hey.
man, i’m hungry as sh-t!”
he said, “i’m not. i just ate.”
“what? what! harry!”
harry!
harry!” i said, “man, i’m hungry as sh-t.”
he says, “yo, you should go to subway
and get the footlong for five dollars.”
“what the f-ck! harry! harry!”
i said, “man, i’m hungry as sh-t.”
he said, “oh, that must mean
you’re ready to eat these white b-tches.”
(in his strange girl like voice)
“what? oh, no. no, no, no, no, no.
no, no, no.
i ain’t eating no white b-tch.
i ain’t eating no white b-tches.
“i never did. oh, my god, no. oh, no.”
(normal voice)
yo, have you ever
been in trouble with your girl
to the point where
you’re afraid to look at her,
(pointing to his head)
but you can feel her staring
at the side of your godd-mn face?
i was so scared, i never looked at her.
i just looked straight and
started making dumb–ss noises.
(beatbox noises while driving)
i started pointing out sh-t.
“oh, look, a deerbra!
writer(s): pauli jylhankangas, sami liuski copyright: clone

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