What is it about the summer that's got you feeling yourself?
I say your ego needs some help and
let's admit it, you think you're better than me.
Throughout life, friendships fall. I don't worry at all.
There're no leaves on my tree and I'm not petty,
so you won't be catching shade from me. Don't worry, I won't get
winter cold, and though the seasons have changed,
it doesn't mean it's going to rain for me.
Someone once said friendships are like trees: some of them stay,
most of them leaf. Away with the wind, most play pretend. I just
let them float right off of my branch. Envy, I hear you talking
about envy. I never envied you; I always pitied you. Wanting your
"friend" to be jealous-that's just pitiful.
See the world's got you wanting to be the hot commodity
on TV, bling bling, six cars, all Louis V. I've always questioned
your loyalty behind material things. Guess I wasn't cool enough,
didn't have enough stuff, but maybe that's just me.
I hope you bloom into realization
but spring's not here yet; guess I'll be patient.
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