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Who Am I to Judge?
I remember the day you left me
Told all your friends that I was so mean
But baby, it’s a long way down to… reality
Can’t you see?
There’s this thing they call karma
And that boy you left me for just fucked your sister
When you don’t know what to do
You come crawling back to me
But it’s best to believe
I’m just so fucking over you!
Whatever, I don’t like to think about us
But my friends they like to talk
Say you were twerking that butt down at the strip club
Now I’m thinking
Whatever happened to being an artist?
Guess flaunting your tits is one form of artistic expression
But hey, who am I to judge?
When I see you at the store
Thought I’d be the bigger man
Wave and say my hellos
But all I get is shitty eye rolls
Guess somehow I’m the fucking dick
But as I remember it
You said you didn’t need me anymore
So tell me, how’s that working out for you?
Now I guess you found a sucker
Someone to stick around through your bullshit
Though he could be your pimp
Wouldn’t put it passed you to stoop so low
And you both look like you’re on blow
But hey, who am I to judge?
Told all your friends that I was so mean
But baby, it’s a long way down to… reality
Can’t you see?
There’s this thing they call karma
And that boy you left me for just fucked your sister
When you don’t know what to do
You come crawling back to me
But it’s best to believe
I’m just so fucking over you!
Whatever, I don’t like to think about us
But my friends they like to talk
Say you were twerking that butt down at the strip club
Now I’m thinking
Whatever happened to being an artist?
Guess flaunting your tits is one form of artistic expression
But hey, who am I to judge?
When I see you at the store
Thought I’d be the bigger man
Wave and say my hellos
But all I get is shitty eye rolls
Guess somehow I’m the fucking dick
But as I remember it
You said you didn’t need me anymore
So tell me, how’s that working out for you?
Now I guess you found a sucker
Someone to stick around through your bullshit
Though he could be your pimp
Wouldn’t put it passed you to stoop so low
And you both look like you’re on blow
But hey, who am I to judge?
Published 11th Apr 2016
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