"EYE LIED" lyrics

Mike Dimes & Ski Mask the Slump God Lyrics

"EYE LIED"

[Mike Dimes:]
You tell a secret, tell a lie, but you ain't ever tell the truth, baby (Baby)
Your friends be asking who am I, I need to ask 'em, "Who are you, baby?" (Baby)
You misdirected my emotion when I looked into your eyes
In some way, some shape, some form, I'ma still apologize

I'm sorry, girl, I might be trippin' (I might be trippin')
I'ma get gone before you livid (Before you livid)
Two missed calls, and then you dippin' (And then you dippin')
I was workin' hard, I didn't get it (I didn't get it)
Takin' trips you forgot to mention (Forgot to mention)
You misdirected my emotion when I looked into your eyes
In some way, some shape, some form, I'ma still apologize

You pick a side
Demon, Benz, or Bentley, baby, you pick a ride
Saying that I'm swervin', baby, you try to drive
I gave you hella choices, and you still can't decide
Where we going? To the grind, stay for the rise
The destination home, but you waitin' for the prize
The biggest gift is patience, can you stay a couple miles?
I promise that the Birkin gonna stay for some time
Wait a minute, ho
It will get finished, yo, what's the scenario?
Do you got love for your boy? Are you a lovin' ho?
Are you gon' turn on your boy? I see you wrote a note
It's filled with all type of shit but not a X or O

Why are you plannin' to leave me?
Can you tell me that you got a sign I can't see?
Gas full, don't mind, my mind been on E
Can't accept that I lost myself in your dream (Dream)

You tell a secret, tell a lie, but you ain't ever tell the truth, baby (Baby)
Your friends be asking who am I, I need to ask 'em, "Who are you, baby?" (Baby)
You misdirected my emotion when I looked into your eyes
In some way, some shape, some form, I'ma still apologize

[Ski Mask the Slump God:]
Belong in Monsters, Inc. 'cause I'm a fuckin' menace
I be holding racks, no, I ain't playing tennis
Feel like the best in the world, please check the book of Guinness
They gon' need Rosetta Stone to try to understand us
At they neck, on they head-top, dandruff, yeah
They don't want smoke, came to they senses, yeah
They think I do sorcery, they on the fences, yeah
I fell in love with the game, I'm romantic, yeah
Broke the heart of a sucky bitch, cross the bucket list
I'm like a two-leaf clover, bitch, 'cause ain't no luck in this
Hard work beat talent, now ain't that treacherous?
And if I still end up broke, then I'm 'bout to rip the list
They find a reason to hate on me, think it's prejudice
And if he tell the truth, he probably on the Epstein list
I never miss, I won't sin, check the guest list
Countin' dimes 'cause the mic', if you get the gist (The gist)

[Mike Dimes:]
You tell a secret, tell a lie, but you ain't ever tell the truth, baby (Baby)
Your friends be asking who am I, I need to ask 'em, "Who are you, baby?" (Baby)
You misdirected my emotion when I looked into your eyes
In some way, some shape, some form, I'ma still apologize

I'm sorry, girl, I might be trippin' (I might be trippin')
I'ma get gone before you livid (Before you livid)
Two missed calls, and then you dippin' (And then you dippin')
I was workin' hard, I didn't get it (I didn't get it)
Takin' trips you forgot to mention (Forgot to mention)
You misdirected my emotion when I looked into your eyes
In some way, some shape, some form, I'ma still apologize


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