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Reaching back, I'm a fortune teller
I'll tell her I'm the way
There will be those days
Can't make them go away

There are always ways of telling
They
saying
He is telling a lie
But he tells you why it's true.
He is a tall story teller
He says that Rockefeller
Became a millionaire
'cause he gave him
tells a story
It never tells a lie, oh

You're always telling stories
You're always telling me lies
You're always telling stories, why?

Why don't you
a cigarette?

I'm asking before winter comes

Stay here with me 'til morning
With the three-man orchestra playing
I ask a fortune teller
What they whisper when
I
tells a story
It never tells a lie, oh

You're always telling stories
You're always telling me lies
You're always telling stories, why?

Why don't you
with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair,
She takes her fan and throws it, in the lion's den.

Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk
bumping Monster by my nigga Future
Met a bitch so real told her I'm marry her I can tell the future
Yea bitch I'm a prophet
Wake up everyday and profit
march with me
All my soldiers march with me
All my soldiers march with me

He laid on his back, 
His firearms by his side 
Hearin' no sound 
Just
a man who can't see his own face
Look at himself in the act
Fortune teller is trying to tell about
What she's doing the farm and that ain't all

Now
I met a Moko man from the other side
The room began to capsize as he was telling me his tales
And all my beliefs and best belongings
Were flying
heard the fortune teller,
Screaming back at me.
We stuck out our hands and met the winds.

The girl falters as she steps down from the platform.
She
By the look in your eye I can tell you're gonna cry.
Is it over me?
If it is, save your tears
For I'm not worth it, you see.
For I'm the type
What's between heaven and hell
A brand new me, oh it's the brand new me

Okay, fucking tell these kids one thing, just make sure handle your business
I can see by that look on your face
You despise all the tears
You've had to embrace
And I can tell by that look in your eye
There's no telling
By the look in your eye I can tell you're gonna cry.
Is it over me?
If it is, save your tears
For I'm not worth it, you see.
For I'm the type
What's too much
What's the feeling in it telling me, is there such a rule
What's too much
What's the fine line between a wise man and a fool
What's too
Baby...

I wish you'd look at me that way
Your beautiful eyes lookin' deep into mine
Telling me more than any words could say
But you don't even know
Living out the old man's fantasy of being number one
Daddy use to tell me, son you never kiss ass
I'm the last of the American Son's
And its such a such
with my line
I try to dial her number
I get a click every time

Some strange man is on the
Telephone
He keeps telling me my baby
Ain't home
She got no
I was walking downtown one day,
And I saw a man that appeared to be just an old wino;
Sitting on the streets, telling the people 
About Jesus
I am
Is the invisible man

I wish you'd look at me that way
Your beautiful eyes lookin' deep into mine
Telling me more than any words could say
But
[Chorus]
Let me tell you bout this
Super fly dirty dirty
Third coast muddy water
Shawty pop that pussy if ya wanna
Let me tell you bout this
He made the usual stupid sexual jokes 
About the way he comes on top 
But I could tell it was a lie 
By the way that he walked 

How did you pass
over this place

No man, no cry
No man telling me lies
No we won't be played
We're here to tell you fellas
That the babes are taking over your place

I'm
here
Man fuck these thirsty hoes, I'ma live by that forever
I can give you a slice of the future, still you will never be a fortune teller
You can