D. James - I’ma Liar Lyrics

Lyrics I’ma Liar - D. James




Ayy, steady checkin' my shoulder
Got a lot of enemies now that I'm older
Always loved music, used to play the recorder
Whip a Corvair, drive that shit like I stole her
Ayy, steady checkin' my shoulder
Got a lot of enemies now that I'm older
Always loved music, used to play the recorder
Whip a Corvair, drive that bitch like I stole her
Ayy, but I stole her heart, I can't lie
Did the opposite of growin' apart over time
I'm used and damaged
Lookin' for the tape, I got caught on camera
Life been feelin' real different
I told you that my ego was twisted
Only speak real shit, I breathe what I'm livin'
New drugs in my head, I'm feelin' vivid
I'm fucked up, shit I can't speak
Pupils dilated, I'm on Saturn with these big ass rings
Big ass bling, just kidding I'm broke
Job interviews, just tryna stay afloat
Magnums I tote, fuck her then I toke
Make her legs shake, guess they seen it befo'
Yeah baby I know, don't even trip
Here's 50, hit the sto'
For you I run my pockets on the low
Love to keep you happy 'cause I love it when-
Ayy, steady checkin' my shoulder
Got a lot of enemies now that I'm older
Always loved music, used to play the recorder
Whip a Corvair, drive that bitch like I stole her
Ayy, steady checkin' my shoulder
Got a lot of enemies now that I'm older
Always loved music, used to play the recorder
Drive a Corvair, whip that bitch like I stole her
(Ayy, shut the fuck up, listen to this)
God damn, listen, yo
White privileged, sorry I ain't pick my hand
Pops always taught, how to be a man
All this guidance, you'd that think I have a plan
I'm a liar and a thief, I'm a two-faced man
We make the new day jams
Went from snappin' the angles, to snappin' the grams
I'ma stay independent even if I don't last
My drive ain't money or cars, gas is too expensive
Shits like 50 dollars, don't know why you flexin'
I put fifteen hundred reps in, I don't need to record
But we need to restore, faith in humanity
Shit is tearin' apart, faith brings clarity
Can people reform?
Old testaments, we can let that shit burn
While I snort another norco, don't come ask me for more
I'm a liar and a fiend, only I need some more
Only I need some more, of your precious lovin'
These tidings bring war, I feel it's kinda pointless
But does life even mean more? This joint is a mess
Smoke the sess, passin' sesh, till I collapse on the floor



Writer(s): Dylan Morales



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