So close we are, damn near two peas in a pod
Always a good old time cackling and giggling, pretty much baked
So supportive I stayed true. But I’m starting to feel some type of way
Are we really half and half? Seems there’s a hole in this whole.
A case of plastered smiles and hidden knives
While I’m tryna see you win, you are airing me out like a rumor.
Good old times no more with you real comfy on my couch,
All but slobbering all over.
This two-faced mofo think she slicker, methinks.
Going on and on, talking a mile a minute about shit that makes absolute no sense
Makes you feel intellectual I guess
Poor airhead thing
As I go along with you spewing the usual nonsense,
Letting you gather enough rope to eventually hang
Stay trying to one-up me, story of your life
Only thinking if I was you, I’d wanna be me too.
Fly away lil bird and find your identity
Don’t fancy you too much chile..