lies, how come I'm the lucky one? I see your lies, glorify what you haven't done I hate your lies, stories different every time 5 years of lies, 1-2,
your lies, how come I'm the lucky one? I see your lies, glorify what you haven't done I hate your lies, stories different every time 5 years of lies,
mask instead of a face I've never seen before. I hope you know you're behaving wrong. In this way you will be lost, you'll remain alone. Lies... will...
mind and heart you are the growing cancer - eating at my fondest memories 7 abandoned years - thwart all affection a million whispered lies - push
: [Chorus: Saukrates - w/ ad libs] Where are you? Between the love, the hate and all the lies Where are you? You trippin, you must be lost and hypnotized
gum, shooked her ass I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus The faggot Nore son, now year later Lady 7th floor, building 7-80 Fancy fox, booties
all niggaz, and niggarettes Universal death threats, yeah This be the God Body, yeah no doubt Judge Wise Aiyyo spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7
B funk Aint no frontin here, I wont disapear I'll be around next year I'm the Jiffymack In the rack, writin off for some ify crack Last year, this year
world will be moaning..) [Killah Priest] The great massacre, we fled to Africa, the 7 year D Babylon 10 buck 2 page 83, and all the lies about Africanas
I flow free From the law like an Enron employee Light skinned nickel 5 foot 11 Watching "Friends" at 7 while I'm laughing at Chorus: All these dudes telling lies
, Demeter accepts the pact and with every step that Persephone takes to her mother, Core disappears.] Half the year away, half the year with me As it
their feet Well it's the year to be hated One two ready go its our time [x7] to be hated All right to be hated come on kids its our time [x7] to be
truth The mean streets took six more lives overnight all the result of gang-bang stupidity By the way, you gangsters should know one of your victims was a three year
book Years and years me and my notebook I take a close look Peep it dread see myself failing A felon on the verge of 1-8-7 But I ain't ever wanna do
compulsive lies flies with my name on it Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it Scooby snack, Jurassic plastic gas, booby trap Ten years
she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass I'm not the one, double dus', waiting for the bus The fagot Nore son, now year later Lady 7th floor, building 7-80
