pork pies

you say I talk too much
And you keep talking about that
You said that I had a God complex.
You say I'm full of it.
I think it's you that shoe will fit.
You said that I had a God complex.
Well I accept.

I get a little wrapped up in my narrative,
but look at you getting all comparative
every room you're in has a fucking elephant.
What a way to Live

Why are you such a liar?
Your panties are on fire.
God, I get so tired whenever you do this.
You're fake, and I don't rate it so scared of being hated.
Well, I tried to play nice but you're putting me through it.
Oh but it's useless.

Started with porkie pies
Your dog ate your homework that time
No one was ever prepared for this

Yeah i exaggerate
But just enough to entertain
You say that I need
A therapist, Oh babe how rich

When now you're telling me you can speak in arabic
You said you'd demonstrate but you never did
Think that your mouth is probably a laxative
Cause you're talking Shit.

Why are you such a liar?
Your panties are on fire.
God, I get so tired whenever you do this.
You're fake, and I don't rate it so scared of being hated.
Well, I tried to play nice but you're putting me through it.
Oh but it's useless.
I'm calling Bullshit.

Jesus christ you're even worse when you've had a bit
Talking bout all the places that you put your dick
You live a lie but you're so fucking proud of it
It's compulsive. and i'm bored of it

Why are you such a liar?
Your panties are on fire.
God, I get so tired whenever you do this.
You're fake, and I don't rate it so scared of being hated.
Well, I tried to play nice but you're putting me through it.
Oh but it's useless.
I'm calling Bullshit.



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Writer(s): Martin Brown, Kayla Grace, Mack Jamieson
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