Therylies

[Verse] Digging, digging, found the receipts. Mask on my face while I search through the heap. Raccoon in the wreckage with the proof in my teeth, you tossed out the truth, so I pulled it from beneath. She took off her glasses to show victim eyes, then framed every consequence like she was victimized. Turned pain into proof, got the guilt weaponized, then cropped out the part where all of it was lies. Had the comments fooled with a soft little sigh, made a whole performance out of “poor little I.” Said she wanted truth, but the truth got revised, when the facts walked in and the act got recognized. Plagiarized her own work, put a bot on the pen, then aimed at my people when she missed me again. Full fake lyrics, but she called it revenge, couldn’t hit me clean, so she swung at my friends. [Chorus] Therylife, more like theory-life, whole persona built on edits and lies. Bob approved, Bob denied, same fake witness on both damn sides. [Verse] Cheated for attention, then cried when it surfaced, turned getting caught into proof she was hurting. Played in somebody’s inbox for validation, then wore the fallout like character assassination. Me and him both stunned, had to check the score, neither one wanted her around anymore. Discord said “gone,” had to close that door, then Vanta Kore turned into Vanta More. Guess he wanted what you promised, saw the whole mess and still got honest. Me and him both knew what she did, then he went right back and signed up for it. Okay.. How's this for communication? Got Rye Bread, made some toast. Tryin’, cryin’, doing the most, denyin’, lyin’ when the truth got close, still playin’ innocent when the proof got exposed. [Chorus] Therylife, more like theory-life, whole persona built on edits and lies. Bob approved, Bob denied, same fake witness on both damn sides. [Outro] Thought you had me running, but I stayed on my feet, little trash bandit in the back of the street. You buried the facts where the rot runs deep, I came back grinning with the bag complete.