LIAR

The prince of Southern Soul dance
Frank Cornelius Jr
One thing I can't stand
Is someone who lie for no reason
And then when you catch them in a lie
They get mad
I know your lying

Throw a rock in a pack of dogs
The hit dog gon holla
The Hit dog gon holla
A lie don't care who tell it
So, why bother
I packed your clothes
They at the door
They at the door
And the uber run 24
If you didn't know
Now, you know

Girl, it's not you
It's not you
It's not
It's all me
It's all me I can't
Stand to see you lie
Especially when you lie to me
So, I think I better leave
You alone
Lemme get those keys
This no longer your home

You can't take the heat
Can't take the heat
Then get outta my kitchen
Get outta my kitchen
I packed your bags
I packed your nags
I rather you miss me
I'd rather you miss me
No need to be pressed
Gitty up
Because...
Gitty up
Maybe you can't handle love

Cause all you do is lie, lie, lie, lie
All you do is lie
You just lie, lie, lie, lie
All you do is lie
You just lie, lie, lie, lie
All you do is lie
Maybe you can't handle love

You had everything made
You ain't have to work for nothing
Had everything your way
So, tell me why you frontin
You neglect the bag
Same bag that you wish you had
Because you know the things that I gave

Girl, it's not you
It's not you
It's not
It's all me
It's all me I can't
Stand to see you lie
Especially when you lie to me
So, I think I better leave
You alone
Lemme get those keys
This no longer your home

You can't take the heat
Can't take the heat
Then get outta my kitchen
Get outta my kitchen
I packed your bags
I packed your nags
I rather you miss me
I'd rather you miss me
No need to be pressed
Gitty up
Because...
Gitty up
Maybe you can't handle love

Cause all you do is lie, lie, lie, lie
All you do is lie
You just lie, lie, lie, lie
All you do is lie
You just lie, lie, lie, lie
All you do is lie
Maybe you can't handle love

You can't take the heat
Can't take the heat
Then get outta my kitchen
Get up outta my kitchen
I packed your bags
I packed your nags
I rather you miss me
I'd rather you miss me
No need to be pressed
Gitty up
Because...
Gitty up
Maybe you can't handle love

Cause all you do is lie, lie, lie, lie
All you do is lie
You just lie, lie, lie, lie
All you do is lie
You just lie, lie, lie, lie
All you do is lie
Maybe you can't handle love

You can't take the heat
Can't take the heat
Then get outta my kitchen
Get outta my kitchen
I packed your bags
I packed your nags
I rather you miss me
I'd rather you miss me
No need to be pressed
Gitty up
Because...
Gitty up
Maybe you can't handle love

You can't take the heat
Can't take the heat
Then get outta my kitchen
Get outta my kitchen
I packed your bags
I packed your nags
I rather you miss me
I'd rather you miss me
No need to be pressed
Gitty up
Because...
Gitty up
Maybe you can't handle love



Credits
Writer(s): Jennifer Cornelius
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