look into my lies, this dude has seen all q dreams to be
searched their hearts, searched their souls,
and what my mind sees there makes me smirk some more
you're stealthy, but that's my type of norm;
i've been dwelling with what your lives stand for
i own your blues, i know the way you move, that's how i thwart q

look into my art, this dude has lied...he'll fuck q for insight
fake me cuz you're mad, gay is spite,
but i'll never fall - i've no shattered pride
i am healthy, i have no pride like yours;
you can't melt me, because my pride ain't spor -
adic, it's true; i know the way you move, that's how i thwart q

there is no love in your love, you're no brother, you're a torn stud
there is no prayer unless you're bared - you're aligned, all the gays

oh, you are stealthy, but that's my type of norm;
i'd been dwelling with what your lives stand for

yeah, guys cry cuz q blinds guys as q
forms spited rules for the white house fools
i own your blues, i know the way you move, that's how i thwart q