No Filter - Ward Thomas

We’re dressed to the nines

We stress that we’re fine

Go out every night, hey

We’re lost in the dark

We’re barely a spark

We’re both just pretending we’re something we’re not

I re-position my hands, my hair, my cheek

So you might listen to me

I’ve been conditioned to win a piece of the war you started

What if we turned the light on and we just got honest?

What if everybody said what they really wanted to say?

And stop trying to hide the way I did before

I’ve got no filter anymore, ooh

I’ve got no filter anymore, ooh

So quick to critique

You’re painting a screen

Of how I should look, how to feel, what to think

But never really see me

I re-position my hands, my hair, my cheek

So you might listen to me

I’ve been conditioned to win a piece of the war you started

What if we turned the light on and we just got honest?

What if everybody said what they really wanted to say?

And stop trying to hide the way I did before

I’ve got no filter anymore, ooh

I’ve got no filter anymore, ooh

I re-position my hands, my hair, my cheek

So you might listen to me

I’m done competing with who I am

And who you want me to be

What if we turned the light on and we just got honest?

What if everybody said what they really wanted to say?

And stop trying to hide the way I did before

I’ve got no filter anymore, ooh

I’ve got no filter anymore, ooh

What if we turned the light on and we just got honest?

What if everybody said what they really wanted to say?

And stop trying to hide the way I did before

I’ve got no filter anymore, ooh

I’ve got no filter anymore, ooh