Ian K. Jones - Lies

Liar, liar, liar
Set your pants on fire
Put you in a dryer
Or hang you by a dryer, you're a liar

Liar, liar, liar
Set your pants on fire
Put you in a dryer
Or hang you by a dryer, you're a liar

You messing up, Dem lies is catching up
Everybody knows you're lying I swore I saw a pig flying

The truth aint in ya, now where it sends ya
I guess, two seconds, sit down, it'll singe ya

These lies can eat you up alive till the last gulp
Pumping for air, cant call for help, times up

Ok you know I lie, that's my fam and where I lie
Lying bout my whereabout and alibis

Shit is crazy, some of these lies even amaze me
Talking horse till that yap don't phase me

Some people die with a lie
Lie you cant get out of
Lies tear you up so bad they dust you with powder

Lies I'll have you pushing up flowers, some of them daisies
Lies I'll have you talking backward, running round crazy

Lies I'll wreck your life, lies multiply, lies traumatize
Grow twice their size, lies rhyme with despise

We usually lie for a gain, like how the money came
Some people even to get the fame and that a shame

But I wont dwell on it, ring a bell on it
Cause you know my names on the bell too dag on it

Liar, liar, liar
Set your pants on fire
Put you in a dryer
Or hang you by a dryer, you're a liar

Liar, liar, liar
Set your pants on fire
Put you in a dryer
Or hang you by a dryer, you're a liar

Lies can make you weak
Lies can make you cold
Lies can make you reap what you sowed, this is the code

Lies can make you ill
(Ill)
Lies can make you cry
Lies can make you testify how lies just past you by

Lies can be evil, some lies can even protect you
White lies are even special, put here just to bless you

Lies travel, lies unravel, lies tattle the truth
That why I lie in the booth

Hell yeah I lie and tell the truth, no lie, I got the proof
You want the truth, you cant handle the truth

But what lies within me, spies within me
And you can see it too with a few shots of henney

I'm really friendly to folks when I meet
But when I eat, its a few motherfuckers with me, you hear me

So if you lying, keep trying, and ima keep flying while you're dying, no lying

Liar, liar, liar
Set your pants on fire
Put you in a dryer
Or hang you by a dryer, you're a liar

Liar, liar, liar
Set your pants on fire
Put you in a dryer
Or hang you by a dryer, you're a liar

Written by:
Ian Jones

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