Prod. Emerald - I Thought I Knew You

I thought I knew ya
Look at the arm and the S on my chest
I'm in a too much of that diss
Truth is too much to digest

I got a Bentley in my way
I got a Bentley in your way
Yeah, they fit, that's lightweight
Can't trust no one, they lightweight

If lying was a sport you Olympic
I'm a hooper, yeah, I'm a draft pick
Swervin' down fast in the traffic
Swervin' down, down in the traffic

Don't look at my phone, yeah, is that why you left
Don't know my rights from wrong,
is that too much to digest, ay
Look at your phone and the S on my chest

Truth is too much to digest
Truth is too much to digest
All I do is frown
Because I've been through town

I realize you've been through so many
Am I really worth the feelings
Am I really all that different
Am I really all that special

How I treated you was gentle
Now you see me as the devil
I'm tired of these things being so dang artificial
I'm tired of being treated like I'm something not so civil

But we have so much potential
But you had to be a rebel
I thought she was a little different
Guess I'm going mental

I've been trying to think what happened
But I guess it's not that simple
Too much to digest, ay
Too much to digest, ay

I keep it, I keep it real, yeah
I keep it, I keep it real, yeah
I know you can't handle that
Don't look at my phone, is that why you left

Is that why you left
Is that why you left
Yeah, I got these bands
And my bags the all tan

Yeah, I ride around with Sam
Catch the flight and then we land
Your fit is lightweight
Can't trust no one they lie wait

Hell, I was working Olympic
I'm a hooper, yeah, I'm a draft pick
Don't look at my phone, yeah
Is that why you left

Don't know my rights from wrongs
Is that too much to digest
All I do is frown
Cause I've been through town

I realize you've been through so many
Am I really worth the feelings
I'm really all that different
Am I really all that special

How I treated you was gentle
Now you see me as the devil
I'm tired of these things being so dang artificial
I'm tired of being treated like im something not so civil
But we have so much potential
But you had to be a rebel
Thought you was a little different

Guess I'm going mental
I've been trying to think what happened
But I guess it's not that simple
You see the S on my chest

Written by:
Jack Mullins

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