T. Mills
Who Am I Kiddin
Slick talk, high heels and a deep glass
Dress fit tight, got me thinking about my night
So I just might see a light show, with my eyes closed all alone
Go home hungover, sit on my sofa, smoking aspire
Throwing pics of old high school friends and exes in a burning fire

[Chorus]
The closer I get it’s like the farther I’ve gone
I should be glad that I didn’t drag
On and on and on and on and on
Compared to you, I’m greater than
Any scheme you could have planned
You ain’t acting like yourself these days
Who am I kiddin, who really is now anyways?
Who really is now anyways, who really is now anyways?
Who am I kiddin

Tip toe, as quick as I came around the mess you made
Now seeing things clear, in the rear view mirror, damn, life is great when you let go
You see the plan with the ship, to wipe that chanel
To get back on it
Fuck a bitch and her friend, feels good to give in
I’m a mess, but at least I’m honest

[Chorus] x2
The closer I get it’s like the farther I’ve gone
I should be glad that I didn’t drag
On and on and on and on and on
Compared to you, I’m greater than
Any scheme you could have planned
You ain’t acting like yourself these days
Who am I kiddin, who really is now anyways?
Who really is now anyways, who really is now anyways?
Who am I kiddin