Not Who You Thought (Remix)
A little introverted
Kinda perverted
And I don't care enough
To hear the verdict
Those who matter don't mind
And those who mind don't matter
Don't let distractions define me
Just tuning out the chatter
'Cause I'm not who you thought I was
The guy who obeys the boss
I like to drink and cuss
Don't know what's all the fuss
I like to let cold water
Take my breath away
Like a bottle when you wanna
Wash a death away
Like when somebody says sorry
And you just slam the door
Don't wanna hear the story
Or take your shit no more
'Cause I'm not who you thought I was
The guy full of joy and trust
But I can still smoke and cuss
Don't know what's all the fuss
All that matters are the smiles on the gram, right?
Living life behind a screen with a cam, like
Everybody really caring who I am, psych
I'm not a sucker for the influencer sham life
Just be you, don't let 'em put you in a box
No need to lock up like you're living in Fort Knox
And when you make and they say that it was luck
Keep moving forward, tell 'em you don't give a fuck
'Cause I'm not who you thought I was
The guy who obeys the laws
But I can still smoke some bud (and cuss)
Don't know what's all the fuss
Kinda perverted
And I don't care enough
To hear the verdict
Those who matter don't mind
And those who mind don't matter
Don't let distractions define me
Just tuning out the chatter
'Cause I'm not who you thought I was
The guy who obeys the boss
I like to drink and cuss
Don't know what's all the fuss
I like to let cold water
Take my breath away
Like a bottle when you wanna
Wash a death away
Like when somebody says sorry
And you just slam the door
Don't wanna hear the story
Or take your shit no more
'Cause I'm not who you thought I was
The guy full of joy and trust
But I can still smoke and cuss
Don't know what's all the fuss
All that matters are the smiles on the gram, right?
Living life behind a screen with a cam, like
Everybody really caring who I am, psych
I'm not a sucker for the influencer sham life
Just be you, don't let 'em put you in a box
No need to lock up like you're living in Fort Knox
And when you make and they say that it was luck
Keep moving forward, tell 'em you don't give a fuck
'Cause I'm not who you thought I was
The guy who obeys the laws
But I can still smoke some bud (and cuss)
Don't know what's all the fuss
Credits
Writer(s): Louis Piscopo
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