HOOK
You you you you
you don’t really know me
you you you you
you did not just bro me
you are not my homie
you gon’ meet the old me
you you you you
you don’t really know me
VERSE ONE
Scandalous
How I handle this,
You’re damaged,
It can’t be managed,
Outlandish, I’m famished,
Shit, hit me with all you
Can-dish, can’t stand it,
You scan the gram
Don’t make
Me take your hand, bitch!
Pissed when you resist,
I grab your wrist
You throw a fist
I take a hit,
damn bitch!
It feels like I got hit
With a wet sandwich,
Take and break the phone
Bitch, I’m out of bandwidth
And with a new phone
Like who-dis,
A brute, I do this
Like Brutus
The rudest Judas Iscariot
Wouldn’t put money
On you horse (whores)
If you was Secretariat!
It’s true I’m too self assured,
And sure, I am mature
What, would you prefer
Some amateur?
Shit,
You can’t even land a hit,
What, and mess up
Your manicure?!
You should get your
Hand insured!
You’re a lot to endure,
Got me hooked and lured,
Can ‘ah worms?!
This shit’s a canister,
We got used to the stares
Like a banister
HOOK
You you you you
you don’t really know me
you you you you
you did not just bro me
you are not my homie
you gon’ meet the old me
you you you you
you don’t really know me
VERSE TWO
I’m done being calm and patient
You ain’t-shit, ok I’m ancient,
But I’m insidious, too fastidious,
Just too fast for these idiots
And we’re erratic,
Just starting static,
I get mad it, becomes
This bad habit,
You act batshit,
I get distracted,
Get on the beat
And just diss-track-it!
Ain’t doin' that no more,
Cuz history shows,
It makes shit come to blows,
So I’m adverse
To putting you in-verses,
You make me
Wanna spit slurs and curses!
Of course it makes
All this worse,
When I take “verses”
And add “u” to it…
It becomes “me versus”
But on the surface this,
Title-track might
Be ‘You’ - why?
“B-u-y?!”
Naw bitch, bye!
My purpose is,
Just purchases,
Misinterpret it
This is bye
You hear “acquire” (a choir)
Like church services.
Give you a song?!
You don’t deserve it
So I pivot, I swerve it
I have to keep
The “you” in this hidden,
Like the “U”
In camouflage, when written,
Or you in
Camouflage, admittin'
You’re wrong
Would be a first,
You make me murderous
What’s certain is,
I spell even worse
I put “u” in a hearse!
Fuck around and show
You at your worst
I could clap and collapse
Your universe
But I’d rather stack
Up a track
with all this crap
Than put you in a verse
HOOK
You you you you
you don’t really know me
you you you you
you did not just bro me
you are not my homie
you gon’ meet the old me
you you you you
you don’t really know me
© 2022, Erin Emily Wheeler.
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