Boy's a liar Pt. 2 - PinkPantheress & Ice Spice

Liar, liar! No you don't ever tell the truth Liar, liar! Can't nobody say you're fireproof Follow you to dust Leaving footprints on the clouds as we're walking home Iron hearts all turn to rust Buy tears on the days on a diamond street It speaks apocalypse Chasing shadows, living dreams that don't exist, anymore We need to find a way Find a way Find a way Find a way Find a way Well, we are, who we are, when we're all going under When the past with the last and will last until we're under Liar, liar! No you don't ever tell the truth Liar, liar! Can't nobody say you're fireproof All closed and in your head Counting heartbeats 'till the feeling's good and gone On a dull path in a rush A sad greed pouring rain over everything It will lead us to apocalypse Where the whispers and the sand and the sun eclipse, forever more We need to find a way Find a way Find a way Find a way Find a way Well, we are, who we are, when we're all going under When the past with the last and will last until we're under Liar, liar! No you don't ever tell the truth Liar, liar! Can't nobody say you're fireproof People talking but I can't hear them, no I just sit there and watch them come and go There might be something underneath it all But at least I'll find the love found down the moon But at least I'll find, we'll all find out in the end

Oh, hush, my dear, it's been a difficult year And terrors don't prey on innocent victims Trust me, darling, trust me, darling, mm-mm It's been a loveless year I'm a man of three fears Integrity, faith, and crocodile tears, oh Trust me, darling, trust me, darling, mm-mm So look me in the eyes Tell me what you see Perfect paradise Tearing at the seams I wish I could escape I don't wanna fake I wish I could erase it Make your heart believe But I'm a bad liar, bad liar Now you know Now you know That I'm a bad liar, bad liar Now you know, you're free to go All my dreams never mean one thing Does happiness lie in a diamond ring? Oh, I've been askin' for I've been askin' for problems, problems, ooh I wage my war, on the world inside I take my gun to the enemy's side Oh, I've been askin' for I've been askin' for problems, problems So look me in the eyes Tell me what you see Perfect paradise Tearing at the seams I wish I could escape I don't wanna fake I wish I could erase it Make your heart believe But I'm a bad liar, bad liar Now you know Now you know That I'm a bad liar, bad liar Now you know, you're free to go I can't breathe, I can't be I can't be what you want me to be Believe me, this one time Believe me I'm a bad liar, bad liar Now you know Now you know That I'm a bad liar, bad liar And now you know, you're free to go Mmm Believe me

Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga Bandana and some locs Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga Still chuck the 4 Don't trip, I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Now I got that money, everybody love me I'm a thug nigga, I might drop someone I'm a thug nigga, I might flock someone I'm a thug nigga, make the foreign do a donut If I like her I'ma hit it, I don't care who fucked I'm a thug nigga, I don't smoke hookah I fuck bitches and talk about who walls looser What it look like, what it smells like? Does she know how to give the head right? Ay, all my homies feel like, "Fuck life" Pop tag, nigga, fuck price They say I'm wrong but I feel so right Straight out the gate with the Glock on my side I don't turn down fades I don't got feelings, I feel no ways He was cryin' when he was in that cage He probably bleed for seven days, nigga Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga Bandana and some locs Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga Still chuck the 4 Don't trip, I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Now I got that money, everybody love me I can Blood walk to this, I can Blood talk to this Can't you see I'm feelin' myself? Back back, let me talk my shit It go, Big Budda, Slim-Foe, Psycho, Lil' Tick, Tiny Train and Bool Boy Try me? A nigga wish Jay man, Big Trill, Money and Charley Hood Shout out to the IFs, I used to bang with in Inglewood Baby down from Villain Gang Little note from Miller Gang Burger GD and Hog from Swans, they be havin' things Q Ball, Lil' Wolf, free Troop and Baby Budda All my young niggas, the whole hood love them boys They're some shooters Big Rat, Little Rat, both with the gun clap One in jail for the bank lick The other went down for the straps Tiny Rob, Heavy D, Mike Lee from Nutty Blocc Turtle 3 and G-Man from 'Tana Blocc Baby Odi, Tiny Creep, both of the Smiley B's My young nigga Shawn Mack from Inglewood NHP Big beef from NHP, the homegirls from the tree Put that on some, on P's, nigga Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga Bandana and some locs Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga Still chuck the 4 Don't trip, I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Now I got that money, everybody love me

Ghosty Catch one of y'all niggas slipping out here, nigga It's gon' be murder, nigga, word to my mama, nigga Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge (grrrt) Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Whole lotta shots, knock his face off, spin through Hang out the roof with a Draco Back from the Yams' and the case closed Blood on my kicks, that's from stomping his face off Chop off a limb with a chainsaw (come here) No cap, I'm in the booth with a bankroll Stuffin' the clip, it hold whole Trey-O He ain't gon' shoot, why the fuck is he gang for? Run up on Fetti, catch Fetti, that's Fetti (come here) Count hella bands, swing chase that zelle Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny Gang in the spot, get deady on deady Busting a .40, spin on ya shorty Don't do Bacardi (don't do Bacardi) Buss your piñata, open your māthā Shoot up the party (māthā, māthā) Fuck it, we live, chair to the head, get beat up like a Mauley If I'm not on the H, then I'm in the Fields, or I'm up in Garvey 30 clip, that mean hella bodies Spin ya hood and kill anybody If he missing, the medics got him He ain't dead but we paralyzed him Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Getting money off the zelle In and out her like a deli Free that nigga Skrelly Put a bullet in his belly BnB, so fuck a telly, fucking up a Chevy We don't do the jumping, shotgun start to pumpin' See him slipping, I'ma dump it Kill a nigga then we dump him Throw his body in a dumpster Spin through like, "Aye" He moving wocky, get shot in the face I heard they dropping the rakes Well, we got the addy and we on the way Swerving, lurking, slipping, murk 'em Purge with burners, it's a murder Hearse 'em, put 'em in the dirt They got his face prints on a shirt Hop out, strap drawn, head tap Try to run, he ain't get that far (he ain't get that far) Spin through, two shooters, one driver We gon' kill that boy (we gon' kill that boy) We gon' bend that block, we gon' You gon' hear that noise (you gon' hear that shit) All we know is dead opps, no attempts or leg shots Hit 'em in his head top (kill that nigga) Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Sniper da Blicky da Blicky da Blicky da Blicky Free Kodak Black Let me catch one of y'all niggas comin' out the corner store or some shit, it's litty Gang

I heard the truth was built to bend A mechanism to suspend the guilt Is what you will require but still You've got to dance little liar Just like those fibs that pop and fizz And you'll be forced to take that awful quiz And you're bound to trip And she'll detect the fiction on Your lips and dig a contradiction up And the clean coming will hurt And you can never get it spotless When there's dirt beneath the dirt The liar takes a lot less time I'm sure it's clear and plain to read It's not an alibi you need just yet Oh no, it's something for those beads of sweat Yes, that will get you back to normal And after you have dabbed the patch, you'll breathe And then proceed to scratch the varnish off That newly added calmness So as not to raise any alarms too soon And the clean coming will hurt And you can never get it spotless When there's dirt beneath the dirt The liar takes a lot less Time to decide on his saunter Have you got itchy bones And in all your time alone Can you hack your mind being riddled With the wrong memories And the clean coming will hurt And you can never get it spotless When there's dirt between the dirt.

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

I hate that S-Class Benz that you're so damn proud of You hate my truck 'cause you can't climb out of it And I'll admit it girl, I said it and I meant it Yeah, I loved you for a minute, but we dance sure different It's been a week since you went and hit the highway And made it clear that I oughta have it my way But my way looks a whole lot better With just my truck in the driveway And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true You got drunk one night and told me I was white trash I was high, but I guess I wasn't high class Enough to show up with you on your own We were never gonna be two kids on a farm And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true I could sit here bitter and bitchin' And wishin' things woulda gone different But that don't sound nothin' like me at all Honey, who the hell am I kiddin'? And I hope you find you a high rolling High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true Yeah, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true