I can carry the weights I am given There's a cynic in every crowd You're so real it hurts to look into your eyes These fakers are the worst kind of liars
you Your fine ways I despise Go on Chorus x2 Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah (You liar, you low-down dirty son of a cheat) Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah (You're the worst kind
sick disease, that makes us, pack a piece, in these cold heart streets, gotta break the generational curse, hurts to see these young brothers getting hauled off in a hearse, what?s worse
will always lie to me Once a liar always a liar thats what people say how can i trust a bridge that let me fall into my worse days My worst nights like
see the horror day by day Only the sight shudders me World fail me, confuse me In there any explanation ? I shall not find One name or kind What's behind
his eyes And he's looking at you, kid As he races on by So watch out for his hooves They're going to kill you for sure He's got some kind of sickness
tell this court what you saw happened? Yeah, he killed Tyrone, I saw everything The argument, how son drawed Hose and everything, the worst shit I saw
your thinqz and qo on qet tha fuck out Neva come back I dnt even know you I'm thinkinq bitch how could you Look at me and say I love you You a liar hoe
love is a nasty one It's a flame from the devils fire 'Cause nothing is stronger than boys and their eyes And it's worse when you know he's a liar It
an overweight karate kid you could moonwalk over my heart using candour as painkiller tastes like vanilla to me occasionally someone please make go home, I'm the worst
strings made of leather, the metal in my motives Now you've seen what I can be in the worst kind of way And now that you've seen the worst that I can
player And how great the relief Working for one who believes in Loyalty, heritage, true to his kind come what may THE AMERICAN: Though it gives
Catching you in all kinds of lies If a honey come flip, start chasing you with knives You gonna feel the wrath that's word is bond Cause ain't nothing worse
wouldn't fuck Bitches, liars, stupid cunts, a bomb is ticking their time is up Locked in the closet or hiding under your bed I'm the worst kind of monster
think things are gonna get better before they get worse? Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: No way. Things are just gonna get worse and keep on getting worse
Any other pales, she was the best type of jail. The rarest gem to find, yet she was the worst of her kind. There's nowhere to hide, memories are there
