One and done I'll never do it again
I ain't tryna make friends, I'm trying to meet my end
You want
Something deeper but I don't think I do either
Really hard to believe ya
When you rolling off sativa
But I'll just leave it
Homies plotting and scheming
Tryna see my demise and I'm blind
Won't let 'em see it
You probably saw it backwards
I'm dark and twisted hoe, but see my daddy used to pastor
I never been a cook but always left up on the back burn
Grew up a middle child, so felt the need to make yo back hurt
Staring deep inside your eyes
Snatching up some souls and then I'm posing as lil skies
Chopping off some fingers and I turn em into fries
But remember Thomas said it first homie, all is lies
J-51 & Pariah Drew - All Is Lies (Bonus Track) Lyrics
J-51 & Pariah Drew - All Is Lies (Bonus Track) Lyrics
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One and done I'll never do it again
I ain't tryna make friends, I'm trying to meet my end
You want
Something deeper but I don't think I do either
Really hard to believe ya
When you rolling off sativa
But I'll just leave it
Homies plotting and scheming
Tryna see my demise and I'm blind
Won't let 'em see it
You probably saw it backwards
I'm dark and twisted hoe, but see my daddy used to pastor
I never been a cook but always left up on the back burn
Grew up a middle child, so felt the need to make yo back hurt
Staring deep inside your eyes
Snatching up some souls and then I'm posing as lil skies
Chopping off some fingers and I turn em into fries
But remember Thomas said it first homie, all is lies
I ain't tryna make friends, I'm trying to meet my end
You want
Something deeper but I don't think I do either
Really hard to believe ya
When you rolling off sativa
But I'll just leave it
Homies plotting and scheming
Tryna see my demise and I'm blind
Won't let 'em see it
You probably saw it backwards
I'm dark and twisted hoe, but see my daddy used to pastor
I never been a cook but always left up on the back burn
Grew up a middle child, so felt the need to make yo back hurt
Staring deep inside your eyes
Snatching up some souls and then I'm posing as lil skies
Chopping off some fingers and I turn em into fries
But remember Thomas said it first homie, all is lies
Writer: Andrew Daniel
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