Lyrics of Lie detector test

Sage Francis

pochette album Lie detector test
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Release date : 29/01/2008

Duration : 0:02:47

Style : Hip Hop/Rap



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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?

In a world where the 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 make 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)

Got a flea circus, i'm trying to take it to the road
Got a nervous tick, they think i'm faking it though
Got some cat in a back alley scratching up my records
Some big wigs with fat bellies asking for seconds

Got a fly girl with a landing strip begging for hot wax
A lonely upper lip and it's begging for a mustache
A prison system that listens to the parables of johnny cash
A wannabe war hero who only travels in body bags

I've got 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'ma 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
'cause i'm a g to the r e m l i n
If i wasn't then why would i say i am?

I said 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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