Congé pt.III

[Verse 1]

Do you know me?
I‘m sick and tired of this mumbling
Faces on the back of every head is just a small concern, I worry
That all this time has really hurt me
Hurt you, hurt them
Packing and away – that‘s like an ordinary gem inside my head
I worry ‘bout you way too much
And if you never worry back then what‘s the hunch, do I love you?
It‘s a bunch of emotion, both the sides virtue signal
Am I single for too long ‘cause when I hear a love song it sounds like
Distant cold war, do you know me?
Do you know me ‘cause it‘s hard for me to ‘member distant times
I just grew into a person full of rhymes, full of lies and I‘m lonely
Do you know me?
Do you know me?
‘cause I don‘t really know myself, do you know me?
Do you know me?

[Bridge]

Optimism, rappers – diss ‘em
Bitches – got ‘em, damn I‘m sorry
Oo man, what?
Syrup man, I‘m fucking bad, I‘m fucking bad
(Drugs and the narcotics oh
Fuck you baby...)

[Verse 2]

Babe
Don‘t tell me lies
I know you think that I‘m no good
You‘re true
I‘m screwed
Don‘t tell me lies