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Tried to write us off, man. Okay. Like we in the way or Something. It's hot here, You know? Let's go. Silly old me, thinkin' they really love me, But love ain't free. Thinkin' they really love me, but love can't see. Blind to the fact, some people are just wack. And it's not an act when I let you Just be. That apple didn't fall too far from The tree. It's like you got that fake shit Down to a T. You can do whatever, Just not around me. I wish you well, no more headaches and dizzy Spells. Guessin' if you're bein' sincere or kiss and Tell. Before I go that route, I'll sit in Jail. Lit the L, skimpin' through the ticket sales. Feelin' unloved in a world so cold, I felt old. Where they discount your career and sell souls for Dirt cheap. Disposable music, they put your value in Your sales of the first week. It's funny when you think about it. It's like partyin' in your favorite outfit. And then they spill a drink on you. Outta thin air, I'm known for droppin' heat on 'em. Like your morning java when it hits, It made the league stronger. And this fake shit gotta keep it solid. Experience brings the knowledge. Them people said they lock him up, I tried To stop it. He came home articulate and brolic. Trust me, every user ain't on drugs. I expect a dagger in my back when I Get hugs. I respect the fact I went for Self and I went up. Depressed about the separation, That's what it does. Nobody wins when you lose friends. I needed closure to tie up my loose ends. They don't want the currency that the truth lends. They rather stay in debt, ignorin' regret. I feel blessed I got the ones that know Me best. Last thing I ever wanted to do Is pretend. Paranoid, so I'm movin' again, In the wind. Ready for the tab on my Sins. Headed to the lab on a whim. It's muscle memory, hustle energy is what got enemy Ends. When you're livin' it, you don't know what Your limit is. All I know is dividends that We get and spend. And relationships that we didn't care to mend. It's Karen fam in my caravan. I'm just a baron in this barren land. Droppin' gems for the family tree, Goin' out on a limb. Not concerned with her, him, or them. That's why I don't blink, it's either sink or Swim. If you're countin' on gettin' over on me, I'm here to tell you, your future looks dim. Silly old me, thinkin' they really love me, But love ain't free. Thinkin' they really love me, but love can't see. Blind to the fact, some people are just wack. And it's not an act when I let you Just be. That apple didn't fall too far from The tree. It's like you got that fake shit Down to a T. You can do whatever, Just not around me. Silly old me. Proud Eagles. That-that-that-that's that shit I don't like. That-that-that-that's that shit I-that-that-that I Don't like.
Guilty Simpson, Kong The Artisan — Silly Old Me
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