FYI: Rene is Janet's ex-husband who, at the time these songs were made, was suing her for $10 million in alimony and claiming he "made" her and a bunch of other mess. Now Rene sells IPhone cases (lol, seriously)
TRUTH
How did I get here
Think I know what I did
Always worked real hard*
Maybe I missed something
I'm not into pointing fingers*
Showin who's right or wrong
I just wanna keep it real
Cause maybe I was doin fine on my own
Listen:
I had a career before now didn't I
I had lots of friends before now didn't I
And I had my fans before now didn't I*
And I had my family before now didn't I*
Guess without you
My little life was nothing
But don't sweat it*
Let's say we disagree so
Arguing ain't necessary cause
We both have our whole lives left to live
We're both consumed with jealousy
But the truth can set you free
Don't act like you don't know the truth*
Cause deep down in your heart you do
Let it go
Ooh child
Things are gonna get easier
Ooh child thing will be bright cause
Truth will set you free
Conversations deep*
When you talk to yourself
There's no way to cheat
Cause you know you can't be no one else
Won't trip out on disappointment
Cause failure is just not me
Still I gotta do my job
Cause you know my show can't go on without me
Listen:
I had a career before now didn't I
Sold out round the world before now didn't I
I had a few hits before now didn't I
And danced until my feet were sore now didn't I
Guess without you
My little life was nothing
But don't sweat it*
Let's say we disagree so
Arguing ain't necessary cause
We both have our whole lives left to live
I guess we're consumed with jealousy
But the truth can set you free
It's hard to believe
The love between us is over
It's sad to think we couldn't work it out
But how much is enough to pay for this mistake
Hope your love was sincere
Don't act like you don't know the truth*
Cause deep down in your heart you do
Let it go
Ooh child
Things are gonna get easier
Ooh child thing will be bright cause
Truth will set you free
SON OF A GUN
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherf*ckers
Try to have their cake and eat it too
You're such a romantic hero
The way you dress and look yourself over
It's no wonder you would ponder that image
Of your greedy self in the mirror
Sharp shooter into breakin hearts
A baby jiggalo, a sex pistol
Hollerin at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk
Know why you're feelin on that girls behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin your work until you think you find
Who's goin home with you tonight
Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?
Oh, what you gonna tell her after she discovers
You don't really love her?
Oh, its gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot em up
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you, don't you, don't you
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherf*ckers
Try to have the cake and eat it too
Sweatin me but I'm not your type
You think you irk me, you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach house
No, I ain't gonna go and act a fool
And be the lead story on the n*gga news
Not me, sucker, again I'll never be your lover
Id rather make you suffer, you stupid motherf*cker
(CHORUS)
Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what you're gonna do, I ain't bout to run
You have just run out of ammunition
Shootin blanks now, you son of a gun
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
