Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song GUESS WHO?, artist - Quadeca. Date of issue: 15.02.2024
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
GUESS WHO? |
| Guess who |
| Walked straight into the venue, had to go through the back |
| Guess who |
| Went in and out of your city, didn’t even unpack |
| Yeah true |
| I played with that money (Mané) in your pitch like my name’s Salah |
| Yeah true |
| That’s enough to make somebody disappear when I say ta-da |
| Yea |
| Guess who, guess who, guess who |
| Heard that they’re done |
| Yes you |
| How bout this one? |
| Here’s the next clue |
| Looking so tall |
| Next to |
| All of those odds |
| I would bet too |
| Tell me who’s that one in the middle of the night in your head |
| That you never slept through |
| Yeah |
| Guess who just walked in the building |
| My options are real and my confidence fake |
| Brand new collection it cost me a killing |
| Ain’t talking the killion it cost me to make |
| And I got lots I’m rebuilding |
| I popped down the ceiling and made it a liminal space |
| Dodging the knock off opinions |
| My Dropbox made livings that shit a hospitable place |
| Ah ah okay |
| I just walked in now you’re caught in the act |
| Ah ah okay |
| Don’t even care how you wanna react |
| Ah ah okay |
| Think it’s a choice cause I’m walking it back |
| Ah okay |
| You missing that point like it’s not even that |
| Guess who |
| Walked straight into the venue had to go through the back |
| Guess who |
| Went in and out of your city, didn’t even unpack |
| Yeah true |
| I played with that money (Mané) in your pitch like my name Salah |
| Yeah true |
| That’s enough to make somebody disappear when I say ta-da |
| Huh |
| Try me |
| Guess who |
| Remind me |
| Go ahead and take your shot, I’m taking it lightly |
| You thought you could take my spot I’m staying here my b |
| If u put me in a box |
| Double check cause it gotta be hundred miles deep |
| Yeah they think I changed a lot, but I promise I’m me |
| Even if the bouncer double takes at my ID |
| Cause I blew up way before I even turned nineteen |
| Getting mobbed at the In N' Out and the dry clean |
| Dropping tapes like I couldn’t figure out a crime scene |
| My career fucking weird, can’t even define me |
| All these years still here, they said I was naive |
| Meetings where they push my buttons but never rewind me |
| Cause they couldn’t tell a masterpiece from a type beat |
| Buncha glorified interns in assigned seats |
| Bitch what |
| Hahahaha |
| Goddamn |
| Room packed out with the fans |
| Never backed out of my plans |
| Like I maxed out my advance |
| It was her turn in line to meet me but she passed out at the chance |
| I can’t be mad bout couple ants |
| Okay, okay uh |
| Guess who |
| Walked straight into the venue had to go through the back |
| Guess who |
| Went in and out of your city, didn’t even unpack |
| Yeah true |
| I played with that money (Mané) in your pitch like my name Salah |
| Yeah true |
| That’s enough to make somebody disappear when I say ta-da |
| Uh |
| Guess who? Guess who? |
| It’s me |
| Guess who? Guess who? |
| It’s me |
| Guess who? Guess who? |
| It’s me, it’s me |