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Wu Kearz - You're It [A Stan Song] (Animated Painting)

Yup, that's my letter to Em', dunno if this'll get him, but fuck it, it's out there. TikTok : Wu Kearz Journey Instagram : WuKearzAboutTheMusic Facebook : Wu Kearz Music SoundCloud : Wu Kearz Credit for video : https://fr.fiverr.com/sandipanbhaumik Lyrics : Intro : Hey what up bro? What's up slim? Yep that's my letter to him, Dunno if this'll get you, But fuck it, You're the one that taught me not to give a fuck and grimly reap. Funny stories speak fears when going deep. D'you still do? Wanted to thank you. Father figure made me finger, I meant figure. You saved me teenager, made me leap. Learnt to feel anger, shady leaks. Now you're too happy, living peacefully, Big league, big field, G, hoe ate thee Verse 1: Fucking role model, Dude you've been here, what? Half a century, running for mastery, And you're still lost, Time to outgrow you, It's not hatred I spew, I just wanna help you, Don't blame you, Bullied ginger kid, dad split and mom's sick, You're lit but can't see past your eyelid, Too many times you 've been hit, Your only power is to spit, Found refuge in music, Use it to live a recluse, excluded from society. You don't get us no more, that's just words. Okay, you're the best player, Dickhead, you're decaying, You've lost yourself, Of course you need help, Remove that belt, Forget the body count, Of course your buddies count, No need to OD, fouled. Would you stop to drown? Mom and Kim still making you frown. Go deeper into your thoughts, Start to think, Instead of making up lines, pursuing the best rhyming scheme, Always checking how much time you were streamed, What other people think, what's their opinion. You act like you don't care but spend every little time you have comparing yourself with others, The comments, the critics... Shit man, what happened to not a single fuck given? You could've done so much more if you hadn't listened. Now I feel pity for you, All those years spent, Wasted, shit faced, face plastered, Paste it, wasted shit, Face you've given your life away to your daughters and fans, Shit hits the fans, they laughed, You're just a puppet Marshall, proving yourself, emptying your arsenal, You deserve better, growing up bitter, never cleaning your litter. That shit just scarred you with trust issues, Of course I've got a spare tissue, All I hear is I miss you. I'm not saying I'm better than you. I'd rather live and be meaningful. And all that is just to tell you. It goes NF, Ren, Nas, Wu, and then you. You need help, Boo. What happened with Relapse 2? You need to do you. You know it sucks, Cuz you're the kinda dude, That could write a book, Have a deeper look, Screw you, I mean, just lose it. You've seen and been through shit. I expected you to evolve and do more good, Like when you started giving shit to Trump, That was hood and cool. But you tucked your dick away and started going on about trans. Shit man, you're joking dude. Their dick choking you. Trying to rebuzz like you did with the faggot trend, That made sense at the time, But right now, it feels forced. Empty pants? Bro, suck a horse, Have no remorse. Lack of deep love. That's the result. Look in the mirror ask yourself. Is that all I want and wanna be? Just a dad and a rapper, oh jee. Outro: Now grab the remote, Turn that shit off, Talk too, to individuals. Meet people. Have a true look at the world, So you can properly piss it off as you were meant to. Will always love you. Never thought you actually meant, Or that it was even possible to lose oneself in one's art. Now I get it, It's you, and you're it, Or maybe, just a part of it, like it became more than you.