From the recording Risen From My Wounds

Lyrics

Let me tell about a story
I got here for you

I wished a girl gave me a chance
My eyes are intense her senses go off
To be honest I just wanna dance in the sky
Perhaps I would've if I weren't so shy
Another hundred failures killed the fun
Guess the shy guy wins in the long run
I could never pull women in tight linen
And now I pull bitches when I flaunt my riches

I don't need no money hungry ass bitches
If you thought I'd hand over my wallet cause you flashed your titties
You're mistaken, first, I'm not buying you a purse
Not from Gucci, Valentino nor Louis Vuitton
You know exactly where I'm at, above these dummy pawns
Who fall for your antics, do not consider me equal
I predicted the future way before I read the sequel
Directed the movie and broke records at the Regal

Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?

You got by with your looks with everybody else
They'd bow to your ass and buy you the whole shelf
Nah with me you actually have to be yourself
What's inside that brain? I think to myself
Personality matters to me a thousand fold
Cause emphasis on looks is getting kind of old
You scream let's build but don't know
You ramble on and talk, but no results to show
But you're not to blame, society's to blame
You have pressures that wouldn't exist if the game wasn't this way
You succumb to it, I grew up the outcast and
Became never afraid to be different

Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?

When the sun goes down and the moon takes place
And the alcohol races up to your brain and
The music gets louder where's my girl haven't found her
She ordered a drink a minute ago, where did she go?
I don't know, texted her phone, she's all alone
This club has like three floors, I'm getting worried
The bartender told me she saw her leave in a hurry
With some guy, yeah a tall built guy
Designer jeans, shiny jewelry on his fingers
Apparently he's a singer, took some selfies
Then they headed to the dance floor that's all I saw
Thanks for the intel, I headed in guns blazing
Heart racing with a million thoughts playing
Rushing through the crowd swiping drinks
Splitting between lovers
I spotted her on the deck, my stomach churns
She's grinding on his belt, one hand groping him
The other on his cheek, he had his hands about her waist
Following her pace, and kissing her neck
My chest boiled and my face felt hot
Eyes welled up and tears rushing out
Stunned, I couldn't move
She might as well slice a hole in my chest and rip my heart out
To think we had a connection, I feel the rain of depression
I'll shank them together with a skewer then have me arrested
For being bested, emotionally invested
Left for a quick fuck and a diamond studded vest
I couldn’t believe it, cheated, by this motherfucking heathen
Surprised I didn't pounce on his neck and block his breathing
I said to myself, be still, just leave it
If that grimy bitch wants him, so be it