Façade

[Part I: Inside]

[Intro: Mobyle Malachi & Pi'erre Bourne]
Greetings, in the name of the king of kings and lords of lords, in the conquering Lion Tribe of Judah
Haile Selassie the First, Jah Rastafari
Haile Major, you know?
When Lion done said the ting, you know, extending a welcome, to your roots, you know?
Selassie the First
Greet-greet-greetings in the n–
Greeting-greeting– Tribe of Judah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Inside), damn (Inside, inside you)
Damn, hey (Inside, inside you)
Hey (Inside, inside you)
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Inside, inside you)

[Verse 1: Pi'erre Bourne]
Yeah, like Zelda, yeah, this bitch wanna link me (Wanna link me)
Make her twist like her hair, real kinky (Real kinky)
Smokin' hay, all mine from the stinky (Stinky; inside, inside you)
Pockets fat like Baby D, she want my Twinkie (Twinkie)
I was in a hotel, London Tipton (Tipton)
So it's like I won the pie, what's the difference? (Difference)
Still starred off in the clouds like The Simpsons (Simpsons)
Got this bitch on her knees like a Christian (Christian)
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ayy, uh-huh, uh (Inside, inside of you)
White folks racist, ready, set, go (Set, go)
Auntie Anne, fold her like a pretzel (Pretzel)
Hold her hand, she don't wanna let this go (Let this go)
Still just ball hard, this bitch just got no soul (Got no soul)
Could've took her home, but she just don't deserve it (Don't deserve it)
I be swimmin' in the pussy like it's surfing (Like it's surfing)
Ass round, look like a sea urchin (Sea urchin)
Money talk, it can cause a disturbance (A disturbance)
It was love at first sight, she been searchin' (Been searchin')
I done broke her heart twice, it's still hurtin' (Still hurtin')
Yeah, I'm still in the game like I'm Derwin (Like I'm Derwin)
All the bitches wanna hang like a curtain (Like a curtain)
Said, "I can't trust a bitch on purpose" (On purpose, no)
Tell that bitch, use her brain, she's determined (She determined)
I been tryna change my ways, it ain't workin' (It ain't workin'; no)
Pussy pink, yeah, I call the bitch Kirby (Bitch Kirby)

[Bridge: Pi'erre Bourne]
Oh, oh
Oh, yeah (Inside)
Oh, yeah, oh (Inside, inside you)
Oh, oh, yeah (Inside, inside you)
Oh, yeah, hm, hm (Inside, inside you)

[Verse 2: Pi'erre Bourne]
Miss my uncle, wish that nigga was alive (Mm, yeah)
When I was broke I was thinkin' suicide (Damn, yeah)
Peanut butter jelly when a nigga fried (Damn, yeah)
Yeah (Damn, yeah), yeah (Damn, yeah), yeah (Yeah)
They don't know what I've been through (Yeah)
She wanna know what I'm into (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh-oh, oh (Yeah)
Black truck, not a rental (Yeah)
'Bout to beat like an instrumental (Yeah)
Uh, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, what's up?
What's up? What's up with you?
What's up? What's up with you?
Yeah, what's up? What's up with you?
Ayy, damn, hm

[Interlude: Pi'erre Bourne]
Yeah, what's up? What's up with you?
Yeah, what's up? What's up with you?
You, you
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Damn (Yeah), damn

[Part II: Alone]

[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne]
It all looked better on the phone anyway
My bitch look better than this ho in my face
My kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway
My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day
Pussy feel better, then we goin' on a date
I told her, "Let's get together," and then we go our separate ways
My kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway
My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day

[Verse 1: Pi'erre Bourne]
I shook the world like the snow globe (Huh)
Hey, I got two bitches, they on all fours (Huh)
Hey, had to get in line like a Barcode (Huh)
Two bad hoes, Messi, just like Ronaldo (Huh)
Bitch foreign, she from Brooklyn like Fivio (Huh)
Nordstrom to Carrol Street, Estelline, rest in peace (Huh)
Ayy, told my old bitch, "Girl, you dead to me" (Huh)
Let me eat your pussy, love your recipe (Huh, uh)

[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne]
It all looked better on the phone anyway
My bitch look better than this ho in my face
My kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway
My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day
Pussy feel better, then we goin' on a date
I told her, "Let's get together," and then we go our separate ways
My kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway
My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day (Huh)

[Verse 2: Pi'erre Bourne]
Baby ass fat, call her Peach Cobbler (Huh)
Huh, bitch play with them balls like a Globetrotter (Huh)
Huh, make her spin on it 'til she feel nauseous (Huh)
Huh, gotta keep it player, I just can't pause it (Huh)
Put my family on my back like a tattoo (Huh)
I got Soss in my blood, look like Ragu (Huh)
And she know I'm from the mud, ho, don't do me dirty (Huh)
Huh, niggas did me filthy, feeling like they cursed me (Ayy)

[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne]
It all looked better on the phone anyway
My bitch look better than this ho in my face
My kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway
My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day
Pussy feel better, then we goin' on a date
I told her, "Let's get together," and then we go our separate ways
My Kush smoke better when I'm alone anyway
My bitch fuck better when I'm gone all day