"Lie To Me" lyrics
I'm sorry momma, I'm a gangster, I'm a-
I'm sorry momma, I'm a gangster, I got crooked ways (Al Geno on the track)
I'm sorry momma, I'm a gangster, I got crooked ways
Get cut in the eye, be with my haters, ain't seen my friends in days
Gotta keep my enemies close up on me like some toothpaste
I didn't see the love you say you had, got me going on blind dates
You say you love me, you don't love me, 'cause you lie to me
You fucked my dawg behind my back, I read your diaries
I thought me and you were the perfect match, why would you lie to me?
I'm in Palm Angels, though I got demons inside of me
[?] cross, [?] they was all Jesus
I got niggas who stiff, I remember they was all breathing
I can't love these hoes, I know they all freaky
Watched my cousin fade, I wasn't even playing defense
All these hoes on go, all I do is pick, and I never ran offense
They mudered [?] with a hole in head, like a damn dolphin
Got her waste snatched, she [?] girl
Why my friends treat me just like hamburgers?
They only call me when they need me, to make they bond
They know I'm the one, except if you call, you gotta press zero
Rylo, I'm locked up, but I'm not Akon
I go to the moon for them cause they like my sons
I go to the room with her like MTV
She'll never see how I'm living
I wore 'em three days straight 'cause they was Amiri jeans
I got some niggas in the graveyard, I shed tears on they tombstone
I did not have to make one call, all day I'm sipping out this styrofoam
I FaceTimed Jackboy, hung up, had to check my pockets
Remember I was poor, now I'm the richest nigga out my projects
I was hard then way before I knew about the Rockets
She been my dawg, [?] pits [?]
I pray I'm blessed, so I got to name my son Eric
Just bought a Glock, them hoes don't come on Eric Berry
I'm sorry momma, I'm a gangster, I got crooked ways
Get cut in the eye, be with my haters, ain't seen my friends in days
Gotta keep my enemies close up on me like some toothpaste
I didn't see the love you say you had, got me going on blind dates
You say you love me, you don't love me, 'cause you lie to me
You fucked my dawg behind my back, I read your diaries
I thought me and you were the perfect match, why would you lie to me?
I'm in Palm Angels, though I got demons inside of me
I'm sorry momma, I'm a gangster, I got crooked ways (Al Geno on the track)
I'm sorry momma, I'm a gangster, I got crooked ways
Get cut in the eye, be with my haters, ain't seen my friends in days
Gotta keep my enemies close up on me like some toothpaste
I didn't see the love you say you had, got me going on blind dates
You say you love me, you don't love me, 'cause you lie to me
You fucked my dawg behind my back, I read your diaries
I thought me and you were the perfect match, why would you lie to me?
I'm in Palm Angels, though I got demons inside of me
[?] cross, [?] they was all Jesus
I got niggas who stiff, I remember they was all breathing
I can't love these hoes, I know they all freaky
Watched my cousin fade, I wasn't even playing defense
All these hoes on go, all I do is pick, and I never ran offense
They mudered [?] with a hole in head, like a damn dolphin
Got her waste snatched, she [?] girl
Why my friends treat me just like hamburgers?
They only call me when they need me, to make they bond
They know I'm the one, except if you call, you gotta press zero
Rylo, I'm locked up, but I'm not Akon
I go to the moon for them cause they like my sons
I go to the room with her like MTV
She'll never see how I'm living
I wore 'em three days straight 'cause they was Amiri jeans
I got some niggas in the graveyard, I shed tears on they tombstone
I did not have to make one call, all day I'm sipping out this styrofoam
I FaceTimed Jackboy, hung up, had to check my pockets
Remember I was poor, now I'm the richest nigga out my projects
I was hard then way before I knew about the Rockets
She been my dawg, [?] pits [?]
I pray I'm blessed, so I got to name my son Eric
Just bought a Glock, them hoes don't come on Eric Berry
I'm sorry momma, I'm a gangster, I got crooked ways
Get cut in the eye, be with my haters, ain't seen my friends in days
Gotta keep my enemies close up on me like some toothpaste
I didn't see the love you say you had, got me going on blind dates
You say you love me, you don't love me, 'cause you lie to me
You fucked my dawg behind my back, I read your diaries
I thought me and you were the perfect match, why would you lie to me?
I'm in Palm Angels, though I got demons inside of me
