VERSE ONE

Scandalous

How I handle this

You’re damaged

It can’t be managed

Outlandish, I’m famished

Shit, hit me with all you

Can-dish, can’t stand it

You scan the gram

Don’t make

Me take your hand, bitch!

Pissed when you resist

I grab your wrist

You throw a fist

I take a hit

Damn bitch!

It feels like I got hit

With a wet sandwich

Take and break the phone

Bitch, I’m out of bandwidth

And with a new phone

Like who-dis

A brute, I do this

Like Brutus

The rudest Judas Iscariot

Wouldn’t put money

On you horse (whores)

If you was Secretariat!

It’s true I’m too self assured

And sure, I am mature

What, would you prefer

Some amateur?

Shit

You can’t even land a hit

What, and mess up

Your manicure?!

You should get your

Hand insured!

You’re a lot to endure

Got me hooked and lured

Can ‘ah worms?!

This shit’s a canister

We got used to the stares

Like a banister

HOOK

You you you you

You don’t really know me

You you you you

You did not just bro me

You are not my homie

You gon’ meet the old me

You you you you

You don’t really know me

VERSE TWO

I’m done being calm and patient

You ain’t-shit, ok I’m ancient

But I’m insidious, too fastidious

Just too fast for these idiots

And we’re erratic

Just starting static

I get mad it, becomes

This bad habit

You act batshit

I get distracted

Get on the beat

And just diss-track-it!

Ain’t doin' that no more

Cuz history shows

It makes shit come to blows

So I’m adverse

To putting you in-verses

You make me

Wanna spit slurs and curses!

Of course it makes

All this worse

When I take “verses”

And add “u” to it…

It becomes “me versus”

But on the surface this

Title-track might

Be ‘You’ - why?

“B-u-y?!”

Naw bitch, bye!

My purpose is

Just purchases

Misinterpret it

This is bye

You hear “acquire” (a choir)

Like church services

Give you a song?!

You don’t deserve it

So I pivot, I swerve it

I have to keep

The “you” in this hidden

Like the “U”

In camouflage, when written

Or you in

Camouflage, admittin'

You’re wrong

Would be a first

You make me murderous

What’s certain is

I spell even worse

I put “u” in a hearse!

Fuck around and show

You at your worst

I could clap and collapse

Your universe

But I’d rather stack

Up a track

With all this crap

Than put you in a verse

HOOK

You you you you

You don’t really know me

You you you you

You did not just bro me

You are not my homie

You gon’ meet the old me

You you you you

You don’t really know me