It's Liza with a Z, not Lisa with a S, 'Cause Lisa with a S goes SSS, not ZZZ, huh It's Liza with a Z, not Lisa with a S, 'Cause Lisa with a S goes SSS, not ZZZ, huh All God's children need travelling shoes Drive your problems from here All good people read good books Now your conscience is clear (hi hi hi hi hi) Now your conscience is clear In the morning, when I wipe my brow Wipe the miles away I like to think that I can be so willed And never do what you say (hi hi hi hi hi) And never do what you say Look, my eyes are just holograms Look, your love has drawn red from my hands In my hands you know you'll never be More than twist in my sobriety (Twist) (Twist) We just poked a little empty pie For the fun that people had at night Late at night don't need hostility The timid smile, and pause to free I don't care about their different thoughts (Aah aah aah) Different thoughts are good for me (Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh) Up in arms and chaste and whole All God's children took their toll Look, my eyes are just holograms Look, your love has drawn red from my hands In my hands you know you'll never be More than twist in my sobriety (Twist) (Twist) Half the people read the papers Read them good and well (Oh yeah) Pretty people, nervous people People have got to sell (Oh yeah) News you have to sell (Oh yeah) Look, my eyes are just holograms Look, your love has drawn red from my hands In my hands you know you'll never be More than twist in my sobriety Look, my eyes are just holograms Look, your love has drawn red from my hands In my hands you know you'll never be More than twist in my sobriety (Oh yeah) It's Liza with a Z, not Lisa with a S, 'Cause Lisa with a S goes SSS, not ZZZ, huh (Twist) (Oh yeah) It's Liza with a Z, not Lisa with a S, 'Cause Lisa with a S goes SSS, not ZZZ, huh

MTM, hit 'em with heat Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival This a big pistol on me, pull the trigger, watch 'em scream Yeah, I'm really what I talk, just see these diamonds on my teeth I got full clip, thirty shots, watch it dunk I'ma head-shooter, knock your top off My Oxys like my shooters, they really slidin' shit I can't see no opp in public, they just hide and bitch My migo love me in the trap, I made a sales pitch Fish scale, stepped on, watch a mans glitch Fifty on the Rollie, that's a bust down I can't keep on floodin' out 'cause I'm too scared to drown I'm a dog, I'm a dog, no Georgetown He like an umpire, finna catch rounds Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival Hit the strip, new clip, keep it on me 'case they pressin' This an XD .40, I don't play with Smith & Wessons Long range, broad day, it don't matter, watch me stretch him Yeah, I'm still two and oh, why they try to make me felon? I got love for my gang, ain't no way that I could tell 'em Bitch, it's death before dishonor, since a jit what I be reppin' Big steppin' in Adidas, yeah, I put the Gucci down Got twenty, thirty pairs, only wear 'em in the house She could never be the one, can't turn a hoe into a spouse Aw shit, spilled a pint of lean upon my brand new couch She could never be the one, can't turn a hoe into a spouse Aw shit, spilled a pint of lean upon my brand new couch Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival Bitch, it's still ACAB, I ain't fuckin' with the Five-O Fifty plus shots, I can hit 'em with my eyes closed Who this? Who that? You be foldin' like a Bible New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival

Been pourin the Wock up, it all that I needed Lil shorty bad and conceited Bitch I'm the plug, don't ask what I need I pick the nugs out the tree I keep a Glock in my handbag Ain't kick the cup, where my drank at? Pack it up, I can ship it to you Be the bakerman, keep a dozen Ruger Been pourin the Wock up, it all that I needed Lil shorty bad and conceited Bitch I'm the plug, don't ask what I need I pick the nugs out the tree I keep a Glock in my handbag Ain't kick the cup, where my drank at? Pack it up, I can ship it to you Be the bakerman, keep a dozen Ruger Save me the eighth of the indoor I just keep movin' ten packs of the outdoor Why you keep askin' what an ounce for? If you don't know don't know me don't call on my trap door Not once a month, bitch that's every week Choppers 'gon play, then I let it scream Spend my green hunnids, got blues on me I need a plug on some good OG Send me the play, that's a good key I just hit a lick, four hunnid and I'm still lookin' Hunnid off rap and I'm still juggin' Fam gotta eat, in the kitchen, so I'm still cookin' Not once a month, bitch that's every day XD and Glock .40, let it spray Kudos gon' run 'em down, broad day I keep propane on me, Hank Hill Shameless money, movin' all them pain pills I pop a 30, got pain still Shooters hangin', bangin' out the windowsill Don't say no name, if you do you get shanked Snitches and triflin' hoes, shit that I hate Hoes and them thots, that's that shit that I love Slow walk in the bank, I be off all them drugs Been pourin the Wock up, it all that I needed Lil shorty bad and conceited Bitch I'm the plug, don't ask what I need I pick the nugs out the tree I keep a Glock in my handbag Ain't kick the cup, where my drank at? Pack it up, I can ship it to you Be the bakerman, keep a dozen Ruger Been pourin the Wock up, it all that I needed Lil shorty bad and conceited Bitch I'm the plug, don't ask what I need I pick the nugs out the tree I keep a Glock in my handbag Ain't kick the cup, where my drank at? Pack it up, I can ship it to you Be the bakerman, keep a dozen Ruger