keemeha

I saw you last week driving a taxi cab
Your secret’s out and now they know sport
We’ll call you if we need a ride to an airport
In fact you can drop me off at home after this
Then you can take your couple bucks back but as a tip
You’re playing yourself like Solitaire
Telling everyone that’s here that you’re a millionaire
You’re not a baller, you’re a phony
I bet your whole crew is a bunch of rent-a-homies
And now you lie in bed lonely, your persona’s a façade
The only girls you get are in the pages of a catalog
Here stands Lord of DaBluff
His lies were legendary till the truth made him hush
And what’s funny is your truth is enough
Why’d you have to make up all the money and the stuff?
I guess it’s easier to play the role and act hard
Cause you don’t have the guts to tell us who you really are
So you can keep a trophy that you don’t deserve
I might be a bus boy, but you just got served