Lie Detector Test

Album cover art for "Lie Detector Test" by Sage Francis

Sage Francis - Rap

Lie Detector Test

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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 restaurant 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 diploma 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, keeping it real, because reality is worth maintaining, 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, keeping it misanthropic and shit. My man Chris doing his damn thing. Give a shout-out to my mic for keeping me company in this dark ass room, and to my girl killing all the 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 a lot 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 Cause 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 curfew, it's 12 o'clock After that I'll start trembling if I get fed hip-hop Why? Cause 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?

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Credits

Writers
  • Sage Francis