Justin:
Give me a second to think
I need a minute to myself, would that be okay?

Cuz it hurts every time I breathe
Your words I'm trying to listen to, but I can't hear a thing
And I want you to know


That something inside me says
It's screamin' inside my head

You're lying, You're lying
And I could be wrong
But the feeling's strong

You're lying, You're lying

DF: Whatcha doin' Papa Skwaught?

PS: Makin' new friends
DF: Whatcha doin' Papa Skwaught?
PS: Playin' defense

DF: Where you at Papa Skwaught?
PS: Riding tandem
DF: Whatcha doin' Papa Skwaught?

PS: Being random

DF:

Yo, I can't believe my ears and I won't believe my eyes





You da last one on the planet that I thought be tellin' lies

I need some comfort like a helpin' of a sweet potato pie
Papa Skwaught I'm going crazy, I'm goin crazy


CHORUS
Justin:
Something inside me says (Yeah)

Screamin' inside my head (Yeah)
You're lying (You're lyin' Papa Skwaught)
You're lying (Pants on fire Papa Skwaught)

And I could be wrong (So wrong)
But the feeling's strong (So strong)
You're lying (I can feel it's true)

You're lying (Why I feel so blue?)



DF:
This is crazy Papa Skwaught because I thought that we were friends
Now I'm finding out the truth through my telephoto lens

Why you having so much fun while you're jumpin double dutch
Why you cheatin' with Death and why you laughing so much


I just need a simple reason, some excuse to clear my mind
Do you remember all the nights we wrote the raps that never rhymed
How am I supposed to go ahead and do all this without

The Papa Skwaught beside me, cuz right now I'm filled with doubt

Justin:

Cuz I'm so filled with doubt

There's something inside me says

It's screamin' inside my head
You're lying, You're lying


DF:
I've got this feeling that I just can't shake, my tummy aches
All that echoes in my heart is every single mistake

That I could have easily made, that would have turned you away
And all I'm tryin to do is wish that I could know how to say...


CHORUS
DF: Whatcha doin' Papa Skwaught?
PS: Eatin Cheetos

DF: Whatcha doin'' Papa Skwaught?
PS: Wearin' Speedos
DF: Whatcha doin' Papa Skwaught?

PS: Eatin' S'ghetti
DF: Whatcha doin' Papa Skwaught?
PS: Swingin' 'Chetes
DF: Where you at Papa Skwaught?
PS: In the bathroom

DF: Where you at Papa Skwaught?
PS: In the bathroom!
DF: Hurry home Papa Skwaught...
PS: But I'm busy
DF: I'm alone Papa Skwaught