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RATHER LIE (Lawson Reference Track) Lyrics[Intro: PinkPantheress]
Could we make up in my bed?
Or I could find someone to help me instead
Now we're making up in my bedroom
I'll find someone who reminds me of you

[Verse 1: Lawson]
She wanna fuck, let's make up
Ex got a problem? Tell him say sum'
House in the Hills, we could lay up
Bae, you could stay, we could play fun
She don't [mumbling], anything she want, I can get done
Hunnid red racks in the bando, hunnid red racks in the bando
Oh, you like that? Hunnid red bands in a red bag
100K 'fore I get a Ray-Ban, [mumbling]
She tryna break like a Kit-Kat
She tryna speed, gеttin' me— uh
I'm on yo' beep', gettin' me— uh
Hеard you, let's beam, gettin' me— uh
I'm in yo' thot getting bool
In the top, we could swim in the pool
In the penthouse, I'm lovin' on you
Said she fuckin', she fuckin' with me
Nobody know I'll lie for you than [mumbling]
Chrome Hearts on the vibe, [mumbling], yeah, you stuck
How you gon' make it stop?
Baby, know that you fuck with a star
Baby, know that you fuck with a star

[Chorus: Lawson]
I'd rather lie to you than lose you, girl

[Verse 2: Lawson]
How you gon' fuck? Let's make up
Six-foot model, no makeup
I could put you on a pay stub, I can get you like—
I could put you on a pay stub, I can get you like—
Sittin' on paper, I'ma just sit on paper
Up just like skyscraper, I'm on the air like a 'scraper
She on a roll like a favor
Know I'm a hot boy
Top of this shit, don't talk, boy
Bet she got nun', I got lot, boy
We out in London like Top Boy
She wanna sit like a Rottweiler, Rottweiler, big dog
I'm back on the track getting off like this
I'm back on the lean, I'ma talk like this
I'm back on that shit, I'ma walk like this
House or the Bentley, I can fuck like this
Niggas get mad, be like "Up that bitch"
These niggas mad 'cause I offed this bitch
This nigga mad 'cause I fucked her
House in the Flat, wonder
I'm digging deep like a plunger
I'm getting a lot, bando
I be inside of yo' bag, how you [mumbling]?
Know I want you bad, and she wanna make up
I know your feelings, this true love, I'll give you my kidney
Wrist filled of love, feel my—, feel me?
I'm off the lean and molly at the same damn time, I couldn't even stay up
Wrist in the free load, I was on top for some time
Then I got off, got to grinding
Topping off shit, like I slide that
Uh, hol' on, bite back
Heard she got bite, tell her, "Bite back"
This your song, recite that, I'm hard just like that
Give you my card, tell her, "Swipe that"
It is just you, it's me
I ain't me, it's you, I don't know how to say it
I'd rather lie than lose you
I'd rather—, I'd rather— uh, yeah
I'd rather lie than lose you
I'd rather—, I'd rather— uh, uh

[Chorus: Lawson]
I'd rather love you than lose you, girl, yeah
I'd rather lie than confuse you, girl
You came around just to use me, girl
You want Chanel then? Your move, girl
Uh, I asked you, "Why did you misuse me?", girl
Uh, uh, yeah, I'd rather
I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie
I'd rather—, huh, I'd rather—
I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie
(I'd rather lie to you than lose you, girl)
(I'd rather lie than con—)