[Verse 1: Bob Savage]

It's so true, I'm not George Clooney

Looks on the Wane, I'm a lot more Rooney

Kush is the bane of my lifelong story

Hooked on the grade so I'll die by 40

It's so true man, life is a ballache

It's been so since I arrived at the school gates

Now 9 to 5, try and skive from the workplace

I'd rather die than be striving for first place

(So true) - no it's not man, you span me another line

Must think I'm senile, Last of the Summer Wine

MCs are brown bread, pass me the butter knife

So true, no food, fast till it's supper time

It's so true yet truth is subjective

So who is impressed with the rumours suggested?

Now you do to the truth what the press did

You knew truth and suppressed it

It's so true

[Verse 2: Jenre]

It's so true

Every problem I smoke through

And when one won't do then I smoke two

Three, four, my mood's like a seesaw

Up, down, before I see what the beef's for

It's so true

That I'm all in a mess

Yes I understand the mechanics of cause and effect

But I ball and I stress

And that’s the way it is

I more than accept that its negative the way I live

It's so true man I can't lie

You know I am high

Every single day mate, they pass by

I don't have my wits about me

I'm in a cell and it’s hell when these bars and these spliffs surround me

It's so true

That I've lost it

My whole world's crumbling like week old dog shit

No keys or locks picked

I'm locked out

But still trapped inside this sick mind and I want out