paroles de chanson Fib Newton (feat. Smith the Poet) - The Thought feat. Smith the Poet

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Yo

Yeah!
Everything is lies, it's like y'all don't really mind
Could be singing to a spy, 'cause they came up with a guise
So I know you need a guide, not the type for picking sides
'Cause no matter what I try, they still gonna think they wise
Although everything is lies, there's still tidbits on occasion
Of the honest innovation, in the rhythm hiding patient
Yeah it's hard enough to cry, but the cost of our stagnation
Is the loss of all our greatness, 'cause our bodies integrated
If the garden is a lie, what's the fire and the brimstone?
Father was a liar, so the tired gonna get gone!
Got you thinking higher than the wires and the flip-phone
So dire, they retiring the skin tone
Won't be no forgetting of the planes that hit the towers
But we apathetic as they toppling the powers
Not so sympathetic for the humans we devour
So we get our vengeance by-the-double on-the-hour
Throw a bag of flour in the water just to whitewash
How they killed your daughter for the honor of the "right cause"
Knowing that Obama hit the bomber for the write-off
Chilling in the sauna while the monsters hit the night-op
They can call the fight redacted, causes confidential
Military action, 'cause the Saudis got potential
Break 'em into factions, get 'em gasping for the end-all
Country in a casket, but the obit gonna stay false!

Everyone lies
You getting lied to
Everyone dies
And you gonna die too
Everyone lies
You gonna lie too
Everyone lies (Nobody likes you!)
So how will you find truth?

We know the fickle staff
Wrote a less-accomplished story
Raise your weapon, spliff intact
Heed your Neville with this warning!
Excursions get caught in curly, refurbished
Never mind that, mirror, I lilac
Ripple, I read black mirrors, I don't mean that
They just achieved yeah, this ain't no secret, woah!
Croak a less-accomplished, boring
Raise the lawyer, piff intact
Need his ever-fit, the corny
"Get the fuck up off your ass!"
It's a buckshot burden
They retweet, he lays and lags
Said they livestock or vermin
Hold your britches, I'll be back!
Stabbed for riches, they just
Can't grasp, the end, I need my
Last laugh, rhythmitic written
Gold gaps, you'll split like this
I've known Jack, they lie on me
Don't fall flat, won't slide, I seek
Some slow slack won't fry. I leap?
The crow's back, the noble
Yes, you know that, yo!

Everyone lies
You getting lied to
Everyone dies
And you gonna die too
Everyone lies
You gonna lie too
Everyone lies (Nobody likes you!)
So how will you find truth?

("You want answers?"
"I think I'm entitled to 'em!"
"You want answers?!"
"I want the truth!"
"You can't handle the truth!")
You getting lied to