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Skeletons fall from the closet
You've been hiding them for years
One by one, exposing lies
Nothing more than a hypocrite
cnd you think I didn't know

Asking Me Lies

The Replacements

Don't Tell a Soul

1989

by/live live
Tellin' me lies      
And they're askin' me lies
Tellin' you questions
Askin' me lies
              
Happy birthday

Oh what a bummer
What a bummer
You would call out late on a Saturday night
The boy lays in his bed by himself
Just starting at them sparkling lights

And she stood me up on a Saturday night
Darling, you sure are lovely but do you feel alright
I'm lost in her directions, maybe just guided by her

m.A.A.d city

MC Eiht

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)
Cocaine

Uh, mami, you miss me, don't you?
Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand

to try and cry tonight
I thought about you every night
I tried to count my lies and I
I couldn't tell you that I tried
This Henny white is open tonight
I

Every Saturday afternoon I find myself stuck
Between a rock and a hard place
A phrase which here means
Lying motionless in bed with the windows open

hanging by a thread by a thread yeah
So don't show up out of the blue
This light's not green it's not for you
Your lies weren't white they're black instead

don't need time
To see the world and not be blind
And all the times we watched the world pass by
And all the little white lies
Will follow you in

are cause by human lies
cnd the problems of this world cause we're the parasite

Right. White! Meat!
Right. White! Meat!

WHATEVER TRUTH, WHATEVER LIES THEY TOLD YOU IT'S ALL EMPTY WORDS, IT'S HOW THEY GAIN CONTROL YOU'RE LINED UP BY THE WALL EXECUTION STYLE. THE BLACK

sorry
I feel sorry for you
Pray for me
You won't stay for me
And I feel sorry
I see right through your white lies
Because you can't hide in the limelight

hits man
I remember nights locked alone on that island in that white room
Studying instruments used by MF Doom
Bury this shit with me in my tomb

I'm not

don't wanna go outside
They feed us with white lies no surprise
I don't wanna go outside
Land of the free is a fucking lie
I don't wanna go outside
They

Monday
To Saturday ay
Open bottles smoking weed
Whip looking white
Fresh imma ice berg
Girl give Brian in da back
I’m super nerd
Don’t care whatjo hear
We

Old, summer rain
Some lefts, some rights, so strange
In the porch light, handprint on a windowpane
Like white teeth to a red wine stain
Some left, but

still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker

Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw

- Spent Saturdays black and blue
But it was what I loved to do and it was more than just a game

It was my life and it was fun - Another season of my

the diatribes
(Little white lies
They're all little white lies)
Your self respect
Was my sacrifice
(Little white lies
They're all little white lies)
In this cold

Wake and bake
Wake and bake
And watch some anime
That's a great idea
Wakin' up on Saturday with a bowl of the tree
Watchin' anime with a venti

6am on a Saturday, means cricket on the flats
Under 10’s gear up in whites, searching for their hats
Mark out the boundaries, set the stumps in

for gho'ke mè ngé mbê


I no be cam no go juh di find ma own
Never ever ever ever falla pension
Ou la Ou le Issa Saturday, Branshe lets celebrate 
Les

Sunday morning
You’ll be my Saturday night
And If I am the sunset
You are my rosy sky

02/14th you are the kiss
That if not there I sure would miss
I