Deep Fried Bologna Lies

You lied to me. Damn. Your fault. Ain't no surprise

to me. No surprise. Now every time you cried, it was the

game that you tried to apply to me. Oh. And the alibis

you provided me. Mm. Misled, deceived, they misguided me.

Mm. That shit ain't lie, but it's cool, I can survive

'cause this ain't my first time getting fed fried bologna. Oh.

Fat meat greasy, all these hoes sleazy. Just live your life long enough

and you'll start to believe me. They all down bad for no apparent reason,