Emperors New Clothes - Drapht

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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

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

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, young gentleman, maybe wait a sec

The smell you 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 Bra Boys coastal

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 Bra Boys coastal

They will drop for the very next wave, da—da—da—da—da