| I don’t believe in you I can read you like a ritual
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| I’m on her mind all the time I had an intent to do
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| Liars cover lies with lies that’s what they tend to do
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| I’m the real thing I’m Lancey Foux I ain’t no friend to you
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| Start with a bike, went to a beam, and my next is a Bentley coupe
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| Wanna hit, we can hit, we can hit, we can hit, we can crash like Bandicoot
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| Come equipped with a stick can’t slip, like no I’m gonna do what I’m meant to do
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| I don’t believe in you I can read you like a ritual
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| 4 by 4, 4 times
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| Already died more ties
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| Either they hate or lie
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| Tell em' I died no 8 or 9
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| All black, low eyes, graveyard vibes, sleep in the day, live in the night
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| Gone poison going Poseidon, P4 Porsche, like the one that I’m riding
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| Came through shining, shining, shining, Dyslexic diamonds, Einsteining
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| Dime on hold, I’m still deciding, do I let her go or do I pipe
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| I’m in demon mode it’s perfect timing, run it up till everything’s priceless
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| Never going wrong I’m staying righteous
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| With regards but not the kindest
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| I don’t believe in you I can read you like a ritual
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| I’m on her mind all the time I had an intent to do
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| Liars cover lies with lies that’s what they tend to do
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| I’m the real thing I’m Lancey Foux I ain’t no friend to you
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| Start with a bike, went to a beam, and my next is a Bentley coupe
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| Wanna hit, we can hit, we can hit, we can hit, we can crash like Bandicoot
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| Come equipped with a stick can’t slip, like no I’m gonna do what I’m meant to do
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| I don’t believe in you I can read you like a ritual |