“LIAR,” like most of a bad but sad boi’s songs, is an angry and emotional rant. This time, it’s about a former lover who lied and still lies. This is one of the few ABB-SaB projects to release before his debut album’s release, with the project before it being his debut single “Weird.”
[Chorus]
You always talk shit, plan shit, but never actually fuckin' do it
Yeah, uh, you're a liar, gonna wish your pants were on fire
Because what I'm going to do is much more dire
Than your pants bein' on fire, you wouldn't have known
What this shit'll feel like, if you would've shown
Up at the time, but now, I'm roasting you with this rhyme
[Verse 1]
Liar, phony, super-fake, huh, you even worse than Jake
Now you act tough, like a big boy
But you've already played with me, I'm not your little toy
Yeah, about time for me to stop playing coy
This too horrid to ignore, can't fuckin' stand it anymore
Say you'll mean it this time? Sure, well, you're a wh—
What I meant to say is that you're an ass
I keep telling you to run, but you take your time, never go fast
And, you know me, can never let the past be past
Because I was sassed (You fucking sassed me!)
I was harassed (You fucking harassed me)
Now I'm too classy to hang with someone so nasty, now
[Chorus]
You always talk shit, plan shit, but never actually fuckin' do it
Yeah, uh, you're a liar, gonna wish your pants were on fire
Because what I'm going to do is much more dire
Than your pants bein' on fire, you wouldn't have known
What this shit'll feel like, if you would've shown
Up at the time, but now, I'm roasting you with this rhyme
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'll call you out
You ghosted me, never took me out
Bet your mama ain't proud of raisin' someone this loud
Couldn't fit in with the crowd
And now I'm roughly a hundred percent pissed
Never should've fuckin' kissed
I've had enough of this shit, I'm done, this is it
I've never liked the way that—
[Chorus]
You always talk shit, plan shit, but never actually fuckin' do it
Yeah, uh, you're a liar, gonna wish your pants were on fire
Because what I'm going to do is much more dire
Than your pants bein' on fire, you wouldn't have known
What this shit'll feel like, if you would've shown
Up at the time, but now, I'm roasting you with this rhyme
[Outro]
Gettin' roasted with a rhyme
You more sour than a lemon and a lime (Combined!)
I don't know how it isn't a crime, but there isn't enough time
In a day for me to put up with your bullshit
Thought I wouldn't have to throw a fit
When you said it was love, I thought that's what you meant
But now you should really just fucking get bent