Lyrics Emperors New Clothes - Drapht

Emperors New Clothes

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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