Me Myself and I - Sho Baraka

The eyes of man are never satisfied

I want it I want it I gotta have it gotta have it

I’m just talking right now cause I like to hear myself talk

That’s part of my issue

I know and I admit it

What’s yours?

Yeah.

Ok.

This is bad, something close tragic

I’m trying to beat it just like Michael Jackson

My flesh seeks for satisfaction

Spirit reigns, titans start clashing

I got people thinking I’m confused

But I’m not, well maybe a little what am I to do

It takes years- for man to build a name

One selfish moment-turns it all to shame

I work hard- just for them to envy me

But in the end I’m not who I pretend to be

Lord help, this could be the end of me

What do I do when I sleeping with the enemy

Yeah he’s slick he’s smooth

I don’t really trust him with ladies in the room

He’s selfish he’s scarred so many lives

Look in his eyes, cant wait for his demise

You’re a lie, you’re a jerk, you’re a creep

So prideful, arrogant and weak

Lord help this might be the end of me

What do I do when I’m sleeping with the enemy

I run from, run from (Me myself and I)

I love some, love some (Me myself and I)

Run from, run from (Me myself and I)

Run from, run from (Me myself and I)

Run from, run from (Me myself and I)

I can’t run I can’t hide

I try to kill him he wont die

I’ve studied too much of what the vultures do

Trying not to reproduce what the culture do

I’m a grown man I aint gotta prove I’M COOL

But first what’s the price of those louis shoes

That would look so nice with some glowing jewels

Hold up do you see what I be going thru

Yeah he gives manna for the day

Contentment on my face, but then I see my neighbors plates

He got a new job, and a new crib

Candy painted, cool whip

Say homie, I don’t need it cuz my friends bought it

Noooo, I’ll take it if my friends got it

I know its sad, death by fashion

Makes sure its brand name when you toe tag him

Oh my situation is deep

Always trying to create a person I cant be

We go in debt just to buy

Stuff to impress people that we don’t like

I’m at war now, But I mma go home

Until he touch down we have some field goals

I gotta clique I gotta team

Share my weakness, that authentic thing

Know the Lords grace not my own might

Man can’t have everything in man’s sight

I know Sho and his tendencies

That joker just might be the end of me