Hello, Miss Rap Music, you were that ruffian girl
I’ve heard stories how you conquered all the stuffiest worlds
But, see, I can’t remember which addiction was first
The inner-city soirees or politicians with dirt
We’re kicking your words around cuz we know ‘em by heart
Tryna copy your architecture you were molding by dark
In the park, and everybody claims to know all about you
But I doubt you were ever as simple as common how-to’s
They shout you like they’re shouting for help
But I’ve been listening and now I think they’re shouting themselves
Oh well, but see, I wonder if you’re really content
With content spoken in your name without your consent
It’s just a vent, but I think I know some things that you need
More Conduct Lionhardt lyrics and less weed
I feed off what you’ve done, it’s so real when you grow
Some say they understand you, but I still wanna know

Hook:
Who are you? I’m just tryna know
Who are you? Baby, don’t let me go
Who are you? I’m just tryna know
Who are you, you, you…

Hello, Miss Rap Music, you’re looking fly these days
Thought you were Mrs. Surf Rock, how you ride these waves
They contrive these Waynes, hoping they rhyme the same
Cuz when it comes to biting styles, there’s no fine to pay
I hope it’s fine to say, I don’t think you’re as dense
And superficial as they paint you, it don’t make sense
Is it the dollar or the audience that made you this way?
Feels like you wanna say something they don’t pay you to say
Hey, I’m not complaining, I’m just trying to understand
Why you’re giving all the rich fools the upper hand
I heard that you were once the voice of the poor
Now these club kids are making you the voice of the floor
But I adore you in spite of all the lines you walk
And I trust you in spite of all the lies you talk
Cuz I see it on your face, there’s a truth in place
And there’s a fire in me, let the music blaze

Hook

Hello, Miss Rap Music, I recall the time
That I came under your spell, learning all the rhymes
At times, you’d tell me dreams and a buncha plans
I was worried you could never love a younger man
But I stand here now, and I still get weak
When I feel you in my heart and I hear you speak
And I still breathe deep when you touch my face
And I miss you when you’re only gone a couple days
And I’ve loved you all along, it’s my history
And to try to live without you would be misery
There’s a treasure in your soul, when you’re whispering
I’m devoted to discovering your mystery

Hook

So where you been?
Where you going?
How did we get here?
Do you even hear me anymore...