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the thought - lies كلمات الأغنية

[verse: the thought]
yo!
reduced to amassing a following
all i’ve been doing is swallowing pride
used and abused by a dude who been wallowing
in his self_pity and trafficking lies
lies to himself and then lies to his friends
type to apologize, do it again
cry “woe is i!”, when his actions condemned
then be surprised when he grabbing his pen
and nothing comes out of it, other than cowardice
you only powerless by your decision
smoking that sour p_ss, wonder why nothing is flowering
shouldn’t have put yourself in that position
ain’t a physician but i got the vision
to recognize when the addicted
are back off the wagon or chasing the dragon
dragging some baggage they thinking they lifted

[pre_chorus: the thought]
nothing more wicked than bullsh_tting
rapping ‘bout winning while you’re quitting
talking ‘bout throwing the hands when you’re sh_tting your pants
you just a b_tch
talking all that sh_t and then you’re missing
saying “they switched up”, when you’re complicit
never shut the f_ck up, never gonna listen
never split the difference, go suck a d_ck!
[chorus: the thought]
you’re so full of lies, lies, lies
whether morning or night
all you’re speaking is lies, lies, lies
and i can’t be surprised
‘cause it’s been enough time, time, time
to recognize patterns
watching my manners, for what?
rather paint my hands with your blood
don’t f_ck with me

[bridge: king phil]
you lie like it’s luxury
claim you living so abundantly
saying you “big dawg”, but you look like a pug to me
know that if it’s up then it’s stuck with me
you lie like it’s luxury
claim you living so abundantly
saying you “big dawg”, but you look like a pug to me
know that if it’s up then stuck with me (yeah, yeah yeah)

[verse: king phil]
you ain’t gotta lie to kick it homie, the sky’s the limit
gotta take, it’s never given, it’s wicked
bullsh_tting with bullsh_tters, it’s not wise to think
you the pick of the litter, me knowing the difference
has got you looking so bitter, you take emotions to twitter
don’t add up to the pile of tales that you tell
i can tell when you fail, how you tucking your tail
you claim that you felt but you scribed in it braille
and the ship done sailed
claiming he cuzin, claiming he blood, but he acting like ginger rel
so, duh, it’s easy to flex
when you come up with the lies that sketched
kobe bryant on the stretch, you pump_fake with the threats
saying you live traits of a ref, how you slide with the tech
it’s a common effect, signing your soul for diamonds and gold
need i remind you that…
[pre_chorus: the thought]
nothing more wicked than bullsh_tting
rapping ‘bout winning while you’re quitting
talking ‘bout throwing the hands when you’re sh_tting your pants
you just a b_tch
talking all that sh_t and then you’re missing
saying “they switched up”, when you’re complicit
never shut the f_ck up, never gonna listen
never split the difference, go suck a d_ck!

[chorus: the thought]
you’re so full of lies, lies, lies
whether morning or night
all you’re speaking is lies, lies, lies
and i can’t be surprised
‘cause it’s been enough time, time, time
to recognize patterns
watching my manners, for what?
rather paint my hands with your blood
don’t f_ck with me

- the thought

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