Puffer - Lazerbeak Remix
You want a blue sky (uh, yeah), how provincial (how provincial, mm)
Focus the dead eye, upon the guard of the liars
Kinetoscoping, not to fear a thing (ooh, yeah)
Not anacondas, under the cover of liars
Poseying in prose again, Mount Toby friends are make-pretend
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Never offered cover model jobs outside of Factory Hollow
So I'm the god of the liars
A truss construction, never fears a thing
Look through the onion skin (yeah)
Under the guard of the liars
Boboboop, got a complication, got to sign on up
Have my sights on your soul, why don't you line on up?
All your business was in order, but you got tied up
Everybody round you thirsty, and you dried on up
You say that you okay, but I know you're tired
Liar, liar, with your pants on fire
There's an app for your case, ain't no shame for hide
You afraid that we going complicate your brain to science
Factory is what factory does
Ignorance is bliss because, everybody know too much
Run they mouths, no sippy cups
Liars, tyrants, and scares, oh my
We try to defy, now we all getting by
I just want blue skies, no snakes but high
Need to get that pretty penny, but I guess it's all good
New position minus friction, X-game starlet earns the mention
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
No-way ticket trained in consent, kissing cousins' trains are coming
Now I'm the god of the liars
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Focus the dead eye, upon the guard of the liars
Kinetoscoping, not to fear a thing (ooh, yeah)
Not anacondas, under the cover of liars
Poseying in prose again, Mount Toby friends are make-pretend
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Never offered cover model jobs outside of Factory Hollow
So I'm the god of the liars
A truss construction, never fears a thing
Look through the onion skin (yeah)
Under the guard of the liars
Boboboop, got a complication, got to sign on up
Have my sights on your soul, why don't you line on up?
All your business was in order, but you got tied up
Everybody round you thirsty, and you dried on up
You say that you okay, but I know you're tired
Liar, liar, with your pants on fire
There's an app for your case, ain't no shame for hide
You afraid that we going complicate your brain to science
Factory is what factory does
Ignorance is bliss because, everybody know too much
Run they mouths, no sippy cups
Liars, tyrants, and scares, oh my
We try to defy, now we all getting by
I just want blue skies, no snakes but high
Need to get that pretty penny, but I guess it's all good
New position minus friction, X-game starlet earns the mention
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
No-way ticket trained in consent, kissing cousins' trains are coming
Now I'm the god of the liars
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Wagner Ferm, Sarah E. Dupius Kornreich, Michael Robert Falcone, Davin Garrett Mcknight, Melissa Jefferson, Aaron Mader
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