[Camille] A recent study found that the average person
is holding 13 secrets,
five of which they've never admitted to a living soul.
[Quinn] Tye, are sure you are feeling up for this?
[Tye] Yes, I feel good.
I was cooped up in the house for a week.
So wait. Any word from your husband?
- Um... [Quinn] That's a sentence
I never thought I would say to you.
[Tye] Listen, it's all good.
He signed the divorce papers, and he left, so...
You good?
Question is, are you good?
I still think you should be taking it easy.
Here we are!
[Camille] Oh, well, now I think we should... get in.
That's what I'm talking about.
Okay, see our girl.
[rhythmic percussion playing]
♪ ♪
Oh, look at Angie.
♪ ♪
[sighs] You guys, I think that this is gonna be really good.
- That was bad. - That was really bad.
[Quinn] Like, really, really bad.
Dear God.
God ain't had nothing to do with that mess.
Why would they change the ending like that?
I mean, the brother dies and the white girl gets redeemed?
[Quinn] Oh, hey. [Camille] Hey.
[Quinn] You were so good. [Camille] So good, girl.
[Quinn] Great job. [Tye] With your fine ass.
What do we tell her?
Not the truth. We take this shit to the grave.
Right.
[all cheering]
[Angie] Thank you for coming.
Yes.
So... were y'all feeling it?
Girl, l-look, you-- you was up there!
[Angie] Oh! - You was up there, okay.
- Up. - Yes.
- And you stuck! Okay! - [laughter]
You know, that beginning part...
was music!
- For real? - It was an experience.
[Tye] Yes. - Ooh, I like that.
Y'all did what y'all had to do!
Oh, I'm so happy.
Listen, I have a notes meeting with the director.
[Tye] Ooh. - I will be right back.
- Okay? - Okay.
I have to go do the actor things.
[laughter]
Maybe I should give that director some notes.
I feel so bad. I've never lied to her like this before.
- I forgot my bouquet. - Ooh, yes, okay.
Love y'all so much. This is beautiful.
[Tye] Okay. They all need to know.
Hey, get that Tony Award, girl!
[laughs]
Bitch, you know you done went too far.
I just wish this could somehow keep
her career momentum going.
I mean, you know how down she gets.
I know, but, you know,
maybe she can go with me to the screening tonight.
I heard that the director
is supposed to be the next big deal.
I mean, y'all can come, too.
I wish I could, but I promised Shawn
that I was gonna babysit J.J. tonight.
[both] Wait.
You said a stripper was a deal breaker,
then you said a stripper with a kid
was the ultimate dealbreaker,
and now you're babysitting aforementioned stripper's kid?
Oh, my gosh, can we just change the subject?
No, you were the one who said
that you wanted us to take your problems more seriously.
Okay, fine. [sighs]
- I like him a lot... - [Camille] Aw.
...but his kid doesn't like me a lot.
- Yikes. - Everybody likes you.
Yeah, except for kids and my mom.
- [scoffs] - Yeah.
But I just got to get this kid to really, really like me,
or else sweet, sweet Shawn will find out
that I don't have one maternal bone in my body.
Then he's gonna break up with me.
So, Cam, would you like to go to the screening with me?
Uh, I can't.
I, um, have a-a meet-up with someone.
Jameson?
No, um, Ian.
Wait, does Jameson know that you're hanging with Ian?
I am helping him find art for his restaurant
and I just don't want to make it
into something when it's nothing.
I don't think Ian texting you,
"Are we making a mistake?" is nothing.
- [cell phone chimes] - Oh, look the car is here.
- Mm-hmm. - All right, there we go.
You just want to change the subject when we trying...
I am not changing the subject.
I'm just saying it's a nothing thing.
[Quinn] I mean, did you respond to his text yet?
[Camille] No, as usual, I overanalyzed what to say
to the point of where I didn't say anything at all,
and now too much time has passed.
- [driver] For James? - [Camille] No.
Wrong Uber again.
[Tye] He knew we weren't no goddamn James.
[Quinn] Right.
♪ It go in and out ♪
♪ I-i-in and out, i-i-in and out ♪
Hey, Cam, it's Jameson.
I'm picking up some Chinese. Your place in an hour?
♪ Pop that shit if he pull it out ♪
♪ It go in and out ♪
♪ I-i-in and out, i-i-in and out ♪
- Hey. - Oh, hey.
I wasn't doing anything.
Oh, I wasn't either.
So, um, look, thanks. Thanks for doing this for me.
Thanks for an extra check.
You know, the student-loan debt isn't gonna pay for itself.
- Oh, Louis! Salut. - Hello.
- Hey. - [Camille chuckles]
- So good to see you again. - Oh!
Oh, someone's been pre-gaming?
I am excited to see the Afro-American art of Harlem.
Uh, me too. Shall we?
Yes, we shall.
♪ Hey, wrap it up before you go to sleep ♪
Ooh, Ace of the Coma.
That look like the ace of hearts to me.
[Camille] Yep, you should buy it.
You know, this is giving me, like, two worlds colliding.
- You know? - Mm-hmm, yeah. Mm-hmm.
Like, Paris, Harlem, that's...
Harlem.
Hmm. A Tête à Tête. Hmm.
So, "Here the artist has imagined a conversation
between Coretta Scott King and Rosa Parks.
The red background evokes the backdrop of bloodshed
that led both women to take active roles
in the Civil Rights Movement."
Hmm. It's perfect. You should take it.
It's two teacups. How does that feel Harlem?
Well, um, because what if the two women
had been in the same room,
what would they have said to each other?
I'm pretty sure they probably ran
in the same social circles.
But it's important, and it's Harlem,
and you should take it.
You know, I feel like you just rushing through this.
Are you uncomfortable? Like, what's goin' on with you?
Nothing is going on. This is me in...in work.
You know, I'm in... I'm in work mode.
Oh, there you are. Oh, Ian, I was...there you are.
I have just seen the most breathtaking piece of art.
It is a sculpture that is shaped like a vulva.
Guess how much I paid for it.
- How much? - $23,000.
- Wait a minute - [Camille] Oh.
Hey, I mean, it sounds nice,
but, you know, I just don't know if a...
if a vulva is really gonna blend in with the other art.
No, no. I bought it for myself.
- Oh. - Did you and Josephine
find any art with local charm?
Yes, we did. We...we actually found a bunch of stuff.
I think we're pretty much done.
We still got the art to see upstairs, so...
- [Louis] Right. - [both] Great.
I'm gonna go grab my vulva, and I'll meet you guys.
- Yep, let's... - All right.
...check it out, okay. [chuckles awkwardly]
Fuck.
How many floors does this place have?
[Ian] About four.
[Shawn] So you good?
Of course. Look...
Aren't we gonna have fun, J.J.?
Yay.
Look, it really means the world to me
that you're cool with watching him.
Oh, it is not even a thing, okay?
He's important to you, so he's important to me.
That's what I love about you.
That's what I love about me, too.
- Yuck! - Yuck!
Bye, guys.
Don't let him watch that Kindle the whole time.
Oh, don't worry. I got it.
Hey, and, J.J., listen to her, young man.
- She's in charge, okay? - He's fine.
All right, bye, babe.
Bye. See you.
So, J.J., what do you want to do?
Okay, yeah, you keep doing that
and I will...
[clears throat] I'll be here watching you.
[laser gunfire on tablet]
Okay, that's the end of that.
I'm not finished!
I know, but your dad said
that you cannot watch this the whole time.
- Please. - Oh, come on, J.J.
Don't you want to hang out with just me?
No.
Okay, I get it.
Don't tell your dad.
[sighs]
[J.J. laughs]
Hey, J.J.,
do you maybe want to get out of here and do something fun?
- Fun? - Yeah.
- Who else is coming? - I'm fun.
Come on, I promise.
- No! No! - Yes!
Excuse me, VIP coming through.
Excuse me.
[indistinct chatter]
Excuse me. Thank you.
Hey, excuse me.
- Girl, give me my popcorn. - Fine.
"An articulate masterpiece."
Um, what exactly is this movie about?
I'm not quite sure, but the critics say it's great.
I mean, people are saying that Carter Washington,
the writer-director,
is basically, like, the next Barry Jenkins.
"The next"? That didn't last long enough.
Girl, you know they always running us out.
Like there can be only one Black person at a time.
I trust Jamie's judgement.
I mean, she only invests in sure things.
Me, obviously, and this.
I mean, the film has only been out for two seconds.
and Carter is already casting for his next film.
Ooh, getting in that could be huge.
[chuckles] Girl, that's why I brought you...
to meet him and to charm him.
Redundant, darling. To meet me is to be charmed.
- I mean, that's right. - [Angie] Well, hold on.
Honey, the snack is right here.
You sitting beside me, baby?
[Lucinda on screen] I baked you this Bible cake,
this cake of forgiveness.
[Dale on screen] Forgiveness is a lot like cake.
Depending on how you cut it,
everybody don't always want a piece.
- [laughing] - [coughing]
- It's okay. - [continues laughing]
She's choking on popcorn. Sorry.
Are you crying right now?
[Lucinda] You have the eyes of who sees...
This shit is trash.
- Shh, girl. - Let's dip.
We are in the middle of a row.
[Dale] Men on the force do that.
So then let's dip from the middle of the row.
Jamie is right behind us.
[chuckles awkwardly]
Girl, you owe me.
- Smile. - Fine.
Hi, we're here. Yes.
Send. And girlfriend of the year.
All right.
Aren't we having so much fun, J.J.?
- We just got here. - Yes.
- Quinn, hey. - Oh, gosh, you're still here.
I saw your story, and it looked like a lot of fun.
Yeah, I like to come here to blow off steam.
Who's this?
Oh, this is my boyfriend's son, J.J.
We're just two bros hanging out,
having a good time.
Right, J.J.?
Okay.
I'm just really trying to get him back to his father
in one whole kid piece,
and him telling his dad that he likes me
would not be a bad thing, you get me?
- Why don't you join me? - Oh, no, no, no.
We don't want to intrude.
I'm bowling alone. How could you intrude?
Bowling alone?
That might be the one sadder thing
than trying to buy a kid's affection.
Yeah, well, all my friends bailed early,
so I thought I'd throw a few more, and here you are.
It's fate.
Sad, sad fate.
We'll do it. Piggyback.
- Uh-uh. - Okay. Well, I can just...
No.
Fine. I will not touch you. Do you want to granola bar?
- No. - Okay, fine.
Let's just get a couple of these nibbles and a swag bag
and be up out of here.
- Hi. - [Tye] Hi.
Did you love it, or did you love it?
[both laugh]
Oh, Carter is definitely one to watch.
He's a visionary.
And, you know, this is my friend Angie,
she's also one to watch.
She just snatched her a plum role
in Get Out: The Musical.
Oh, that's gonna be a big hit.
Oh, yes, yes.
We just had a very successful invited dress rehearsal.
Right, Tye?
Mm-hmm. I was there.
Oh, that is absolutely wonderful.
Y-you have to meet Carter.
Oh, yes. You've got...Carter.
- No, it's okay. - Carter?
Come here.
This is Tye and her good friend Angie,
who is in Get Out: The Musical.
- Headed to Broadway, huh? - Yes.
And Tye's app is one of my best investments.
Mm, Jamie knows how to pick 'em.
- Oh, she sure does. - [laughter]
I'm glad you were able to come out.
You know we got to support.
Got to put on for the culture.
- Yes, for the culture. - That part.
For the culture, yes.
Mm-hmm.
- Just one question... - [clears throat]
...why did the mother make her son's murderer a cake?
Angie.
Oh, I love when my work sparks conversation.
Yeah, you tell her. Tell her.
I wanted to make a movie that didn't end in tragedy.
Rather than carry the weight of anger and resentment,
she's chooses forgiveness.
Get it now?
I-it's one of the things I loved
when Carter first brought me the project, the levity.
- [Tye] Yeah. - Yeah.
Yes. I just don't buy that the mother forgives the cop,
bakes him a Bible cake, and, uh, falls in love with him.
[clears throat]
It can be difficult for some people to comprehend.
Pardon me?
I'm not like your typical Black filmmaker.
I have an eclectic sensibility,
and I've study the greats, Kubrick and Dick Wolf.
You ain't special just because you watch "Law & Order."
The shit is on all damn day. You can't miss it.
And to be clear, I understood your film.
I just think it's bad.
You are literally the only person I have encountered
who doesn't love this film.
Oh, taking care of your Negro, huh?
Well, congratulations on being basic.
And thank you for the tickets and the little swag bag.
Barry Jenkins, my ass.
[Tye stammers, chuckles awkwardly]
- Cream puff, anyone? - Uh, yeah.
All right.
Shall we paint the town red like Billie Holiday?
[chuckles] I can't.
Then we shall bring... [speaks indistinctly]
It's Camille, and I'm fine.
Look, don't be stubborn. We'll take you home.
I'm not being stubborn.
I'm perfectly capable of getting my own transportation.
Shit.
Look, we'll have you home in ten minutes, promise.
All right? Come on.
Okay, yes, but only 'cause I'm running late.
[soft hip-hop music]
♪ ♪
Uh, first stop is 121st and Morningside.
Got it.
Mr. Ice Bags, go ahead and turn the heat on, man.
[driver] No heat.
Are sure you're okay?
I mean, it seemed like we're okay.
Yeah, totally okay. [chuckles]
Okay.
♪ ♪
I'm just worried that my text
might've made the night a little weird.
What? What text?
No, your quiet voice is making this weird.
You know, 'cause I was talking about us working together.
You know what I'm saying?
Like, was working together a mistake?
Right. Yeah, of course.
No, no, no mistake.
You know, t-this was easy.
We did it good... together, doing that thing.
- Whatever you say. - What's that supposed to mean?
It means I'm agreeing with you. It's a good thing.
Yeah, because, you know, I just need to get home.
I have to meet up with Jameson.
Hmm, the boyfriend. [snickers]
♪ ♪
What?
I know you want to say some slick shit.
I don't want to say no slick shit
about Slim Jim, bare chest, chicken leg-looking ass.
[chuckles]
I'm just kidding.
Look, I'm happy for you.
Honestly. I mean, you deserve love.
♪ ♪
Um, sir, I'm sorry, you just passed my street,
but it's okay 'cause you can just let me hop out right here.
Hello?
Yo, shut the fuck up.
Bro, don't talk to her like that.
Yo, who are you? Her attorney?
You deserve love. Shut up, Dr. Phil.
Fat-ass Craig Robinson got some jokes up there, huh?
Nigga, you lucky I'm with my girl,
otherwise I'd handle...
I didn't mean it like that, boo.
Fuck, I just did this in an Uber.
Are you sure we got in the right car?
[Ian] Louis, this is your car, right?
[Camille] Something's wrong.
Hey, just go ahead and pull over,
and we'll...we'll go on about our business...
- Oh! - Hey! Whoa!
Say one more thing, I'm gonna light your ass up
- like Times Square. - I was just kidding
about that Craig Robinson thing, dog.
- [driver] Oh, no, no. - I...I didn't mean it..
- [driver] That hurt. - Get off me.
[driver] Oh, shit! You got a phone.
Everybody's got a phone. Come on, hand 'em over.
- All right, man, just chill. - Here, here, here.
- His too. - [Camille] Yeah, yeah.
If you look at the photos, don't judge.
Samsung?
You make more money than that, man.
And don't do nothing stupid either,
'cause y'all look stupid.
Fucking stupid, stupider, and stupidest.
♪ She's on fire ♪
♪ Damn right, she's on fire ♪
All right, lets bowl.
Let me do this!
- God, he hates me. - [laughs]
You're crazy.
I grew up with four little brothers.
Boys just want to do it all themselves.
- Dumb boys. - Who you telling?
Bad luck with men, too?
Huh?
Oh, I assumed you knew. I'm gay.
Oh.
Cool. [chuckles awkwardly]
Good job, J.J.!
Can I get another chance?
Yeah, of course, you get two chances, bud.
You just got to wait for the ball to come back.
- Our food is here. - [Quinn] Okay.
All right. See you in a bit.
- Okay. - I'm watching.
♪ ♪
Oh, God, he's so bad at bowling.
[chuckles]
I hope I didn't freak you out.
What? Why would that freak me out?
No, please, one of my best friends is gay.
[laughs]
Oh, my God, did I literally just say that?
- You're fine. - Sorry.
You know your mom tried to set me up with someone?
What?
A 56-year old art therapist
and I'm guessing, like, the only lesbian she knows.
- My aunt Peg. - [laughs]
She set you up with my aunt Peg.
Oh, my God.
Gay or straight, my mom is absolutely horrible at fix-ups.
The last guy that she set me up with,
she swore he was gonna be my husband.
Asked me for money on the first date.
No, he didn't.
She's terrible, I'm telling you.
You think it'd be easier for two attractive women
who have their shit together to find partners.
Amen. [sighs]
But, I mean, look at you. You must...
you must get dates all the time.
Confession time?
This was supposed to be a date, but she stood me up.
The only reason I posted that story
was because I think she forgot,
and if she saw it, it would remind her.
Oh, no! Why didn't you just call her?
I did...
- like, six times. - [scoffs]
- And I texted her. - Oh.
- Yeah. I'm a loser. - Sorry.
No. Oh, no, you are not.
That's the last thing you are.
It's her loss.
Can I please have another soda?
Yeah. I'll get you another one.
You stay there, and I'll get it, okay?
Two sodas, he's got to love me.
Of course. You're freakin' lovable.
[upbeat hip-hop music]
♪ ♪
All you had to do was say something nice,
but you just couldn't help yourself, could you?
I asked a simple question.
You bashed a Black filmmaker...
I didn't bash him. You overexaggerating.
...in front of his very white producer.
You know how hard it is for Black people
to get something made?
And then to have an investor believe in you
and want to help you,
when the whole world don't want to see you succeed.
- I was just keeping it real. - Oh-ho-ho.
You're gonna be keeping it real unemployed.
That's what you gonna do.
You want to curse out every gatekeeper
in the name of "keeping it real," for what?
You want to win, you play the game.
That's what I was trying to do
before you came and fucked my shit up.
Okay, if playing the game means I have
to stand problematic art, then count me out.
We need to tell the truth.
- Oh, the truth? - Yes.
Black art deserves criticized just like every other art form.
That's how we get better.
Oh, okay, Miss That's How We Get Better.
You want criticism? Here you go.
Get Out: The Musical was bad.
It was horrific.
But y'all said...
Oh, we were not trying to hurt your feelings.
That's what friends do.
Lying to me does not make me look better.
It makes me look stupid!
I knew I shouldn't have did this shit!
See, some things are just better left unsaid.
Like you kept a whole husband to yourself?
Since we're giving out constructive criticism,
just a note...
not my marriage, but some random dude pops up,
cosigns a surgery,
and then just disappears like some sort of magical Negro.
What the fuck was that?
Okay.
Low blow, but I get it.
It was a long time ago, I'm a different Tye now.
It seems like there's a bunch of different Tyes.
We've been hanging out with you since college,
and there's still so much about you we do not know.
Look, I'm sorry.
The divorce papers are signed.
Brandon is gone. I'm closing that chapter of my life.
And I promise, from here on out,
no more secrets.
So how many men have you slept with?
Angie, none.
Bitch, just give me a ballpark. You lying.
Should we go back to your place, get some food?
No, I'm wiped out.
I'm just gonna go home and go to bed.
[bowling pins clatter]
Hey! Good job! Well done!
♪ Balenciaga brought it back, and all these bitches fucked ♪
♪ It's big bags bustin' out the Bentley bad ♪
♪ Take 'em, man, Birkin bag, Bardi back ♪
♪ And all you bitches fucked ♪
♪ If it's up, then it's up, then it's up ♪
[both] Oh!
♪ Then it's up, then it's stuck, huh ♪
♪ Up, then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck ♪
♪ If it's up, then it's up ♪
♪ Then it's up, then it's stuck, huh ♪
[laughs] Oh, my God.
We actually got it. [chuckles]
♪ They probably not, If I had a dick ♪
♪ You'd probably lick it like a lollipop ♪
[J.J.] Yuck!
Oh, J.J., um, look what we got for you.
[soulful hip-hop music]
[driver] Get down the stairs.
- [Camille] Where are we? - [Ian] Shit, I don't know.
So you think this is about drugs or sex trafficking?
Oh, my God, sex trafficking is my worst nightmare.
Okay, something tells me
you don't have to worry about that so much.
That's sexist, Camille.
Man, shut the fuck up and keep walking.
And don't nobody want to have sex with you anyway.
- I think you're very sexable. - Man, shut up!
- I think you are sexable, too. - Aw, thanks.
I bought a Peloton.
- [Camille] Did we time-travel? - [driver] Get your ass...
[Louis] Ooh, I can use a nice cocktail.
- [Ian] Louis, Louis. - [Camille shouts indistinctly]
Go upstairs, go upstairs.
[Camille] So...so this is a long-distance robbery.
He could've just robbed us back in Harlem.
I'm guessing he wanted to avoid the cameras.
Get your ass in there.
All right, clear out the accounts.
What? I-I can't.
- What? - I mean, in this day and age,
it doesn't really work like that because of situations
like the one we're literally in right now.
Yeah, I mean, you can only get out, like, $500 a time.
I mean, I can't even get that much right now
'cause the way my account is set up.
You know, I got one of them... them RushCards, so...
You got RushCard?
It was a free trial. I couldn't pass it up.
Okay, how much can I get from you right now?
Um, maybe, like, 350 each?
350? I got, like, 200.
[sighs] Get it. Get your 200 out.
- You stand right there. - [Camille] Yep.
- There you go. - Standing.
What are doing with this clown?
- Uh... - [ATM beeps]
You look good tonight.
- I mean, your skin is amazing. - Thank you.
Give me that. All right, stand back.
Stand over here.
Go ahead, princess. It's your turn, beautiful.
Take your money out.
Feeling like big man with that gun in your hand, huh?
Yeah, thanks for noticing.
All right, get in... No, go that way, mother...
Get in there. Get your ass in there, boy.
You got your money. Now please let us go.
What, so you can call the cops?
That's not how this night's gonna end.
[Camille] We have to get out of here.
Shit, it's sealed shut.
- Shit. - Try to hop through the vent.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, okay.
Step up.
Okay, you know what? This isn't Mission Impossible, okay?
And we both know my ass is not gonna fit in that small hole.
This is what happens when you lie.
These are the consequences...
death in the middle of nowhere
in a Prohibition-era brothel.
What you mean, lie? What are you talking about?
I lied to Jameson about meeting up with you.
Well, I didn't tell Mira about us...
meeting today either.
Why?
[sighs] I don't know.
It just seemed like it was difficult to explain, you know.
Ian, are we gonna die?
[sighs]
If Dateline has taught me anything...
yeah.
So this is it.
This is how Miss Doctor Camille Parks
leaves this earth.
I always thought that I would be surrounded
by friends and family...
Prince playing in the background.
[chuckles]
You know, you always liked Prince.
Yeah.
[chuckles]
You never answered my text.
How could you never answer my text?
Your work text?
[clicks tongue] You know it wasn't about work.
I just want things to be less awkward between us...
you know, like we used to be.
It's like a... [sighs]
...it's like a soufflé that fell a little bit,
and every time I try to fix it, I just...
fuck it up.
Yeah.
Camille, I still love you.
I never stopped.
[♪ Doja Cat: "Up and Down"]
♪ ♪
[door bangs open]
- [Camille] Oh, my God! - Come here, come here.
I got you. I got you.
Oh, there you are.
- [Ian sighs] - [Camille] Oh!
I've missed you guys.
What happened?
Oh, he took all the money from my cards, and then he left.
But, luckily, he underestimated the value of the vulva.
Let's get the hell out of here.
Yeah, yeah.
♪ Then go up and down ♪
♪ Kind of like a yo-yo ♪
♪ Up and down, up and down ♪
♪ ♪
Hey.
♪ ♪
What happened?
Ah...
dinner with Angie turned into drinks.
Drinks turned to more drinks, and there was a lot of drinks.
I'm sorry I didn't call, I left my phone in the Uber.
Is Angie good?
'Cause I know you're not good unless your friends are good.
Yeah. I mean, you know, she's...
figuring it out.
You know?
Sometimes it hard to tell
if you're making the right decision.
Well, she should trust her gut.
It'll never steer you wrong.
[Camille] There are two ways
to be unburdened by the weight of a secret.
♪ That you gonna go up and down ♪
♪ Kind of like a yo-yo ♪
[Camille] You can make the choice to disclose it...
♪ Higher ♪
♪ Till you're feeling low, low ♪
♪ That you gonna go up and down ♪
[Camille] ...or you can wait until it exposes itself.
♪ ♪
Yo, Brandon, how you doing?
I'm awesome.
Great. And did you get a chance to sign those divorce papers?
- No, not yet. - Is that my table from the...
Oh yeah. Mm-hmm.
Just trying to make your guest room feel like home.
[chuckles]
It has been a really long night.
♪ ♪
Either way, the truth will set you free...
right?
♪ Hooks on hooks on hooks like hey ♪
♪ You want to just call me captain ♪
♪ Life can take you higher ♪
♪ Then you're feeling low, low ♪
♪ That you gonna go up and down ♪
♪ Kind of like a yo-yo ♪
♪ Life can take you higher ♪
♪ Then you're feeling low, low ♪
♪ That you gonna go up and down ♪
♪ Kind of like a yo-yo ♪
♪ Life can take you higher ♪
♪ Till you feeling low, low ♪
♪ That you gonna go up and down ♪
♪ Kind of like a yo-yo ♪
♪ ♪
♪ One minute I feel shit ♪
♪ Next minute I'm the shit ♪
♪ It get under my skin ♪
♪ Kind of just like a tick ♪
♪ Some people make me sick ♪
♪ I'ma just bite my fist ♪
♪ I'ma just wet my wrist ♪
♪ Fuck a nigga till he limp ♪
♪ This doesn't need a caption ♪
♪ I'm a real bitch, you half one ♪
♪ Hate all you want, lil bitch, these bands I got ♪
♪ You won't get a fraction ♪
♪ I'm sorry that you're lost, boy ♪
♪ I'ma go down like Jackson ♪
♪ Hooks on hooks on hooks like hey ♪
♪ You want to just call me captain ♪
♪ Life can take you higher ♪
♪ Then you feeling low, low ♪
♪ That you gonna go up and down ♪