Lie Detector Test
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โฑ๏ธ 2:47 duration
๐ ID: 2439994
๐ Lyrics
Got a caveman banging on my back door
Got a hang man hanging on my front lawn
Got an old maid wasting away in the living room
Kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoons
Got a paper full of yellow journalism
A restraunt waiter selling me words of wisdom
The small town crier is chilling with the village idiots
The big city slickers are still busy building pyramids
Got a dimploma but no wall to hang it
Tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous
A job description that don't fit the bill
A fatal femme fatale dressed to kill
Get me out of this, lie detector test
My pupils inhale and exhale
My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?
(I wanna give a big special shout out to all the real people out there, keepin it real, because reality is worth maintaing, you know what I'm saying? keep it up)
In a world where these girl's got retro tattoos
And all I've got is a gut and velcro black shoes
And elbows that move in a way that makes space
I'm looking at you (stay awake, stay awake)
Natural face affected by the chemical leaks
Grammatical mistakes in every sentence I speak
It doesn't matter, I make enough sense to seem deep
Now look at me (go to sleep, go to sleep)
(You know I wanna give a shout out to my boy Reanimator, my man Chris doing his damn thing, keeping me company in this dark ass room, and to all my girls killing ants in the kitchen. Peace baby.)
I'm a poor man's version of a rich man
I've got a small van swerving through a big land
I've got a road map that's looking alot like a math test
A blocked phone number and a bunk home address
I've got a way out but I ain't trying to use it
Cuz I've got some ins and I'm a bet all my winnings
If it hurts me more than it hurts you, then I won't hurt you
I've got more sense than virtue
I've got a cerfew, it's 12 o'clock
After that I'll start trembling if I get fed hiphop
Cuz I'm a G to the r-e-m-l-i-n
If I wasn't then why would I say I am?
Get me out of this, lie detector test
My pupils inhale and exhale
My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?
Got a hang man hanging on my front lawn
Got an old maid wasting away in the living room
Kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoons
Got a paper full of yellow journalism
A restraunt waiter selling me words of wisdom
The small town crier is chilling with the village idiots
The big city slickers are still busy building pyramids
Got a dimploma but no wall to hang it
Tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous
A job description that don't fit the bill
A fatal femme fatale dressed to kill
Get me out of this, lie detector test
My pupils inhale and exhale
My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?
(I wanna give a big special shout out to all the real people out there, keepin it real, because reality is worth maintaing, you know what I'm saying? keep it up)
In a world where these girl's got retro tattoos
And all I've got is a gut and velcro black shoes
And elbows that move in a way that makes space
I'm looking at you (stay awake, stay awake)
Natural face affected by the chemical leaks
Grammatical mistakes in every sentence I speak
It doesn't matter, I make enough sense to seem deep
Now look at me (go to sleep, go to sleep)
(You know I wanna give a shout out to my boy Reanimator, my man Chris doing his damn thing, keeping me company in this dark ass room, and to all my girls killing ants in the kitchen. Peace baby.)
I'm a poor man's version of a rich man
I've got a small van swerving through a big land
I've got a road map that's looking alot like a math test
A blocked phone number and a bunk home address
I've got a way out but I ain't trying to use it
Cuz I've got some ins and I'm a bet all my winnings
If it hurts me more than it hurts you, then I won't hurt you
I've got more sense than virtue
I've got a cerfew, it's 12 o'clock
After that I'll start trembling if I get fed hiphop
Cuz I'm a G to the r-e-m-l-i-n
If I wasn't then why would I say I am?
Get me out of this, lie detector test
My pupils inhale and exhale
My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.51] Got a caveman banging on my back door
[00:13.27] Got a hang man hanging on my front lawn
[00:15.90] Got an old maid wasting away in the living room
[00:19.55] Kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoons
[00:22.34] Got a paper full of yellow journalism
[00:25.05] A restraunt waiter selling me words of wisdom
[00:27.77] The small town crier is chilling with the village idiots
[00:30.47] The big city slickers are still busy building pyramids
[00:34.05] Got a dimploma but no wall to hang it
[00:35.87] Tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous
[00:39.48] A job description that don't fit the bill
[00:42.28] A fatal femme fatale dressed to kill
[00:44.93] Get me out of this, lie detector test
[00:49.43] My pupils inhale and exhale
[00:52.18] My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?
[00:56.66] (I wanna give a big special shout out to all the real people out there, keepin it real, because reality is worth maintaing, you know what I'm saying? keep it up)
[01:07.43] In a world where these girl's got retro tattoos
[01:10.27] And all I've got is a gut and velcro black shoes
[01:12.92] And elbows that move in a way that makes space
[01:15.66] I'm looking at you (stay awake, stay awake)
[01:18.31] Natural face affected by the chemical leaks
[01:21.08] Grammatical mistakes in every sentence I speak
[01:23.73] It doesn't matter, I make enough sense to seem deep
[01:26.56] Now look at me (go to sleep, go to sleep)
[01:31.06] (You know I wanna give a shout out to my boy Reanimator, my man Chris doing his damn thing, keeping me company in this dark ass room, and to all my girls killing ants in the kitchen. Peace baby.)
[01:52.71] I'm a poor man's version of a rich man
[01:55.49] I've got a small van swerving through a big land
[01:58.13] I've got a road map that's looking alot like a math test
[02:00.82] A blocked phone number and a bunk home address
[02:03.57] I've got a way out but I ain't trying to use it
[02:07.22] Cuz I've got some ins and I'm a bet all my winnings
[02:09.03] If it hurts me more than it hurts you, then I won't hurt you
[02:12.64] I've got more sense than virtue
[02:15.33] I've got a cerfew, it's 12 o'clock
[02:17.19] After that I'll start trembling if I get fed hiphop
[02:20.89] Cuz I'm a G to the r-e-m-l-i-n
[02:23.59] If I wasn't then why would I say I am?
[02:26.27] Get me out of this, lie detector test
[02:31.66] My pupils inhale and exhale
[02:33.44] My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?
[02:38.85]
[00:13.27] Got a hang man hanging on my front lawn
[00:15.90] Got an old maid wasting away in the living room
[00:19.55] Kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoons
[00:22.34] Got a paper full of yellow journalism
[00:25.05] A restraunt waiter selling me words of wisdom
[00:27.77] The small town crier is chilling with the village idiots
[00:30.47] The big city slickers are still busy building pyramids
[00:34.05] Got a dimploma but no wall to hang it
[00:35.87] Tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous
[00:39.48] A job description that don't fit the bill
[00:42.28] A fatal femme fatale dressed to kill
[00:44.93] Get me out of this, lie detector test
[00:49.43] My pupils inhale and exhale
[00:52.18] My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?
[00:56.66] (I wanna give a big special shout out to all the real people out there, keepin it real, because reality is worth maintaing, you know what I'm saying? keep it up)
[01:07.43] In a world where these girl's got retro tattoos
[01:10.27] And all I've got is a gut and velcro black shoes
[01:12.92] And elbows that move in a way that makes space
[01:15.66] I'm looking at you (stay awake, stay awake)
[01:18.31] Natural face affected by the chemical leaks
[01:21.08] Grammatical mistakes in every sentence I speak
[01:23.73] It doesn't matter, I make enough sense to seem deep
[01:26.56] Now look at me (go to sleep, go to sleep)
[01:31.06] (You know I wanna give a shout out to my boy Reanimator, my man Chris doing his damn thing, keeping me company in this dark ass room, and to all my girls killing ants in the kitchen. Peace baby.)
[01:52.71] I'm a poor man's version of a rich man
[01:55.49] I've got a small van swerving through a big land
[01:58.13] I've got a road map that's looking alot like a math test
[02:00.82] A blocked phone number and a bunk home address
[02:03.57] I've got a way out but I ain't trying to use it
[02:07.22] Cuz I've got some ins and I'm a bet all my winnings
[02:09.03] If it hurts me more than it hurts you, then I won't hurt you
[02:12.64] I've got more sense than virtue
[02:15.33] I've got a cerfew, it's 12 o'clock
[02:17.19] After that I'll start trembling if I get fed hiphop
[02:20.89] Cuz I'm a G to the r-e-m-l-i-n
[02:23.59] If I wasn't then why would I say I am?
[02:26.27] Get me out of this, lie detector test
[02:31.66] My pupils inhale and exhale
[02:33.44] My breath is a microphone check: 1, 2, what is this?
[02:38.85]