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Da—d—d—da—d—d—da, da—da—da Da—d—d—da—d—d—da Yo I had to move away just to get some clarity Self-proclaimed kings and queens just became a casualty of Too much ego, yo, too much ego Heard you doin' anythin' for love, you turn to Meat Loaf, man? You overdone, my yungen, you overdone Playin' someone else's songs and claimin' that you the one Man, social media fuckin' up your perception You there playin' wedding receptions, you ain't the best man Instagram models at the festivals Yo, you're like the type that lookin' like Kardashians And that shoulda set it off But it wasn't till I went and spoke to Joshua That I realised the States had tainted you: Hiroshima The start of our last summer livin' in L.A Won't listen to snakes, a little prince, I need my space Especially from great whites underneath the waves Today's the day The emperor's got some new clothes Some new shoes, I'm walkin' with some new soul Bet you wouldn't know How that would feel, now Letras de cancionesThe emperor has a new phone Who dis? Your name didn't show up when you called up You mustn't been that mad to be round Uh It was nice to get to know you But don't be goin' droppin' my name I thought we were crew But you were slippery like David Jones I thought we were fam Thought we were family But I always knew So, deep down, yeah, I always knew Each day lookin' at my stories, what is this? Never seen her presence on my photos like I'm Jehovah's Witness Now let's envisage not bein' here for that long Every five seconds someone's born and a loved ones gone on the eighth, man So why would I waste my time on the wrong ones? Type you only hear from when you are on one When they want someone to belong to Can't be happy with the house you're from when the mirror haunts you Your crew, your season, yeah, we heard that Searchin' for the next wave like, "Where the surf at?" Already [?] wait a sec [?] about think about the beat before you even play the set [?]'s pet, you ain't Federer Buyin' Drake for the relevance, stay celibate, no one gon' fuck with you Think you're buffalo solider, well, you're not A couple buffalo wing chicken thinkin' you hot, man The emperor's got some new clothes Some new shoes, I'm walkin' with some new soul Bet you wouldn't know How that would feel, now The emperor has a new phone Who dis? Your name didn't show up when you called up You mustn't been that mad to be round I thought we were crew But you were slippery like David Jones I thought we were fam Thought we were family But I always knew So, deep down, yeah, I always knew Uh It was nice to get to know you But don't be goin' droppin' my name Like the [?] They will drop for the very next wave, da—da—da—da—da It was nice to get to know you But don't be goin' droppin' my name 'Cause like the [?] They will drop for the very next wave, da—da—da—da—da [?]—na—da—da—da A—da—da—da—da—da A—da—na—da—da—da From Letras Mania