you think i’m like those other chicks
who don’t read books or follow politics
but i know exactly who you are (i know who you are)
you tell me what you think i wanna know
but what you do don’t match the audio
so you won’t be gettin’ very far (you won’t be gettin’ it)
baby you should wear a suit and tie
with a briefcase full of all your lies
but what you’re sellin’ i don’t wanna buy
the jig is up i call your bluff
my heart ain’t up for profit
you’re just a con-artist
if i’m being honest
you are a professional liar
i think it’s time you retire
cause i ain’t here for that shit no more
tell me what the fuck for
i ain’t sick, just tired
of your plagiarizin’
all that improvisin’
how you keep all your stories straight when they fluctuate
baby i ain’t hirin’ no professional liar
yo, i’ve gotta give a little credit
you’ve got a knack for being full of shit
you’re the man of myths, a legend
baby you should be certified
or get a medal for all those times
you got a girl thinkin’ you’re a nice guy
the jig is up i call your bluff
my heart ain’t up for profit
you’re just a con-artist
if i’m being honest
you are a professional liar
look, i think you’re cute
maybe even a little funny
but the truth seems to get a little muddy with you
you got the puddin’ but ain’t got the proof
so don’t get the situation confused
my heart ain’t up for profit
you’re just a con-artist
if i’m being honest
you are a professional liar