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John Homsey
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Lyrics
Started off a simple lie, just to get my foot in the door
Told 'em I could use Excel, but I ain't never used it before
Boss was like "Yo, make a spreadsheet", handed me a floppy disk
I'm like "What the fuck is this? We ain't in 1996!"
But I couldn't let 'em know, so I just wing that shit
YouTube tutorials all night while sniffing lines of Ritalin
Came back, showed the boss, he's like "Damn, this shit is fire!
I'ma need you to run payroll, think you could take us higher?"
Now the lie's getting deeper and the plot is getting thicker
I'm in charge of people's money, every minute feelin' sicker
Pressure's building up inside, my brain's about to hemorrhage
Gotta keep this front up, 'cause I can't afford my rent, bitch!
Lie, lie, lie, my way up to the top
Fake it 'til I make it, then I'll probably get caught
Lie, lie, lie, diggin' my own grave
But I can't stop now, I'm on a one-way train
Now I'm the CFO, got the corner office with a view
I'm makin' big decisions, but I don't have a fuckin' clue
Embezzlin' funds on the low, just to maintain my lifestyle
Snortin' coke in the bathroom, I'm goin' buck fuckin' wild!
IRS starts an audit, I'm alterin' documentation
Every number fabricated across the whole damn nation
I'm seconds from confessing it all, ready to come clean
Until the CEO busts in and says "You're a motherfucking machine!"
Lie, lie, lie, my way up to the top
Fake it 'til I make it, then I'll probably get caught
Lie, lie, lie, diggin' my own grave
But I can't stop now, I'm on a one-way train
Everybody thinks I'm God, but I'm just livin' a lie
Employees worship me like a messiah in a suit and tie
Paranoia sets in, as I'm drivin' home in my new Range Rover
Red and blue in my rear view
"Sir, do you know why I pulled you over?"
I reach into the glove box, the cop pulls his Glock
Headline reads "CFO killed in routine traffic stop!"
But surprise, it was a dream! I'm passed out face down on my desk
Drool and cocaine residue all over these bounced checks
I'm losin' grip on reality, can't tell what's real or my heaven
Wakin' up to margin calls, night terrors 'bout embezzlement
Lie, lie, lie, my way up to the top
Fake it 'til I make it, then I'll probably get caught
Lie, lie, lie, diggin' my own grave
But I can't stop now, I'm on a one-way train
Now the SEC is at the door, my time is runnin' thin
Shredding documents, delete hard drives, burnin' shit!
I try to make a run for it, escape out the back
But I trip on some cables and I'm flat on my ass!
Handcuffs click, Miranda rights, I'm headed to the pen
With nothing but my lies as my coworkers eyes condemn
As I'm sittin' in my cell, starin' at the walls
I realize that my lies were my curtain calls
The show is over now, the jig is finally up
I'm another con man who ran out of luck
But even as I face the judge, ready for my sentence
I lean into the mic and say "Your honor, in my defense-"
Lie, lie, lie, my way up to the top
Fake it 'til I make it, then I'll probably get caught
Lie, lie, lie, diggin' my own grave
But I can't stop now, I'm on a one-way train
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