Lies

(Hey dude when you get this message uh do me a favor get over to your parole uh it's really appreciated. Um I might need a-just give me a call)

(DJ Lucas)
Every morning the chance to feel different today
Watching weed smoke drifting away
Snakes in the grass and me watching my back while I'm walking by Emily Dickinson's grave
Talk my talk man I ain't worried bout that
DJ!

[Chorus]
Hey, Lies why is you telling me Lies
I can see the holes in your story just like the ones in the screen that let in the flies
Lies why is you tеlling me lies
Gotta stay on point at all times
Tryna livе my life, I don't wanna just only survive

[Verse 1]
And I guess I keep chugging along when the way they critique me is rubbing me wrong
Little boy your my son but I ain't fucking your Mom
Out the westside of Mass where it's touching Vermont
And I flow like a leaf out in babbling brook
Just another young man the academy took
They don't understand DJ they have to be cooked
Who's that guy in Lord Jeff with that raggedy look
I don't wanna just only exist it's my purpose in my life it might solely be this
I'm a whole different dude since I strolled in the mix
18 I was already as cold as it gets (first!)
I was already smooth as a seal can't play with my chance gotta do it forreal
I was already flexing on bitches
Who the young man with the upper echelon hipsters (ah!) (DJ!)
DJ you know it's that guy though and I roll a big bleep out a silo
Shorty rocking that baby milo
All my haters, they went into hiding
Smoke a big bleep while I'm riding
Spill out my soul, I'm not vibing
I got a weed I got pills I got psilocybin (DJ)

[Chorus]
Lies why is you telling me Lies
I can see the holes in your story just like the ones in the screen that let in the flies
Lies why is you telling me lies
Gotta stay on point at all times
If I don't, I'm not sure I'll survive [x2] (no I don't)

[Verse 2]
If you talking that shit then you gotta be shook
Cause I flow like a stick down a babbling brook
And I know what she want when she give me that look
I don't care what they think, boy I'd rather be cooked
Not personal baby I ain't passing this bleep
Probably doing my thing 'til I'm cracking at the seams
Lies. Why you ain't telling the truth
Life is a dealer that say they got 'za when they trappin' a bag full of boof
Girl, I be in your city, ain't seeing the sights
I be with the freaks in the night
Jump on the track, they get spooked cause I'm telling my truth cause they know we extremely alike (yeah)
Every morning the chance to feel different today watching weed smoke drifting away (smoke!)
Snakes in the grass and me watching my back while I'm walking by Emily Dickinson's grave (let's get it!)
Every night watching Simpsons at 6
I wish Boston was playing the Knicks
Me and Dana got tossed in the mix so y'all not surprised that we rockin' like this (facts)

[Chorus]