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1). "You"

Updated: Feb 7



 
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 becomesme 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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