New Movie. Old film
I got new boots, still rock old Timbs
Quit playing yaself, this isn't the Sims
U got a new thing, but u still want him
Grim. Dats how ya future looks
Cuz u still goin thru ya old books
Stuck on heartbreakers, these old crooks
Veteran thieves took ya heart, n u jus a rook.
They picked you apart; u have no limbs
They cut you out they're life, yet u wanted a trim
Damn. World cuckoo like cocoa puffs
You keep ya poker face, but we call ya bluff.
Tough. Because you never let it go
You attached like a tumor you don't even know
Dats cuz u look in da mirror wit a mask on
Don't even know yaself. Old you is dead n gone.
Welp. Emotions make chemical reactions
It always blows up in ya face, how you react then?
Should pour out ya pain, but u put a cap on
You playin both roles; put a strap on
You so confused like a tranny
You keep singing this sad song n u always win a Grammy
And you saying fuck the family but we know what's real
You rushed on to the next one, but you never healed
Highway on ya own, you drive yourself crazy
And you walk around like everything is gravy
But on da inside you frozen like an icee
And trust me I'm putting this nicely.
Looking like a clown at a funeral
No ones laffin but you. And dats truthful
Crazy thing is this isn't directed 2 jus one
And I think that's why it makes things more fun.
For me to dedicate this shit to you.
The Question Is: Guess Who?
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