Текст песни LIE TO ME - EARTHGANG

Yeah

Yeah
Uh (Birkin bags are a hot commodity)

She got a Birkin, flossin', money well spent
She still in them 'partments payin' rent
Saturday, Sunday, he got cash to play
Monday come, his pockets full of lint

Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody keepin' it real with you?
Keep it 100, tell me the truth
Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody keepin' it real with you?
Keep it 100, tell me the truth

Everybody buyin' shit, rely on shit, to prove your status
Prove you have it
Now they caught up in a role they can't fulfill
They can't be real, it's too dramatic
Gotta keep the audience happy (happy)
Gotta keep the haters guessin' (guessin')
Livin' a lie for folks you'll never meet in real life, so tragic

Baby got a day job
It goes somethin' like this, upload-upload
Check engagement, receive payments
Grantin' fantasies, sellin' hella dreams
Then she takes her mask off Fenty runnin' down her breast
Her true self, hope she don't forget
Say she do it for the check

My homeboy lie for his respect
Can't wait to flex the new baguettes
'Cause the world we live in keep revealin'
If you ain't ballin', then you ain't shit
So she gon' buy Chanel to impress
He gon' shop 'til ain't nothin' left
They fell in love with the fake 'til the real came out
Now they at each other's neck

She got a Birkin, flossin', money well spent
(She got a Birkin)
She still in them 'partments payin' rent
(She in them 'partments)
Saturday, Sunday, he got cash to play (cash, cash)
Monday come, his pockets full of lint (no, no, no, no)

Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue (yeah, yeah)
Anybody keepin' it real with you?
Keep it 100, tell me the truth
Can you be honest? Can you be true? (Can you be honest?)
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody keepin' it real with you? (To me)
Keep it 100, tell me the truth

Closed mouth don't eat (closed mouth don't eat)
Broke finger don't tweet (broke finger don't tweet)
Broke niggas gon' hate (broke niggas gon' hate)
To distract from defeat (to distract from defeat)
Look away, how you livin' these days?
Love languages, tags and receipts (yeah)
Whoop-whoop, get the penalty paid out quick
Right back to the street

Flewed out on the front of the plane like, "Hey"
I ain't really that cheap, she don't really know me
She just wanna take dick, she just wanna take pics
She just wanna see the beach and a nigga like me
Had to get it out the mud, these really my cleats
This really my blood, I'm really Denzel
One tear on my cheek, I'm rollin' up weed
I'm talkin' 'bout think, she talkin' 'bout minks

Hey, when you figure out what you need
Girl, let it get back to me (hey)
Nips and her lips from the factory (oh)
Run through niggas like batteries
Every nude sent with a strategy
And she got it perfect, she got a purpose
She got a system, know how to work it
That's how she gotta, she gotta, she gotta, she gotta

She got a Birkin, flossin', money well spent
She still in them 'partments payin' rent
(She in them 'partments)
Saturday, Sunday, he got cash to play (I'm out of time)
Monday come, his pockets full of lint

Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody keepin' it real with you? (Real with you)
Keep it 100, tell me the truth
Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody keepin' it real with you?
Keep it 100, tell me the truth

Perception of self-perfection gives me erections, yeah
Lie to me, lie to me, baby, lie to me, oh
Perception of perfection give me erections
Lie to me, lie to me (baby), lie to me