Lyrics for 1-2-3 By Tru Mantra
Chorus:
1-2- 3
1-2- 3
Take a look at me
Tell me what You see
Verse 1:
Oh no Mr. Blow Blow, I got eyeballs on Your M.O
Looking fly on the outside but Your innards needing chemo
I got the ammo, I know You’re on the up and up
I see the pictures on Insta, flash, flash, click, click, lock!
Mallorca to Playa Vista, hole up
It’s time for another selfie, chin up
Gotta get the angle just right on Your iPhone, duck, duck
Gotta get Your girl’s pout locked in, honey pucker up
Take a seat Narcissus, ah, You know it ain’t like that
Everybody thinks You’re cool, You ain’t got it like that
You know the emptiness You feel inside, why You frontin’ like that?
Touche Mr. Broadway gonna keep stuntin’ like that?
Listen my man, how long can You keep this up?
Tied up in knots so tight inside You know You’re fit to pop
Suave and debonair on the outside but on the inside all beat up
Don’t try to keep up with the Joneses anymore, just stop
Chorus:
1-2- 3
1-2- 3
Take a look at me
Tell me what You see
Verse 2:
You’re so vain You appear to be popping
You’re so fly we can see You are coming
Just be upfront, don’t be fronting
Lust of the flesh got a grip on You; You were covered by the blood but it creeped on You
When You’re home alone like Mac Culkin, do You fight the thief when he’s knocking?
Or You open the door and let him come in?
Bible verse and buttock exhibition, what a weird juxtaposition
To go from grass to grace, You don’t need to catch a case
You don’t need to become two-faced
I know sometimes it’s hard to show Your real face
Let the son (sun) in, let the light shine, this is night time
Let the father take You to Your own place, then people will see Your true face
Verse 3:
Hey, hey Ms. Show Show, how You doing today?
I don’t believe we met in the past. My name is Tru and I’m here to sway
Not here to play, know You’re the mistress of the game
Let’s not delay, get to shaking tables, fanning flames
I know You got Your act down, social media influencer
You going viral everyday, digital influenza
Likes and tweets got more folk on Your case than a solicitor
You clean up everyday, more spick and span than a janitor
Okay, but how is all this working for You
You’re all alone when the lights go out, ain’t nobody talking to You
When You take that makeup off, do You even like You?
Can the real You step up, not the girl in comments and views
It doesn’t have to be this way, You can rest
Don’t have to deal with pressure everyday, life’s not a quest
Living up to expectations is a notorious task
Drop the facade, quit the charade, it’s going to be for the best
Chorus:
1-2- 3
1-2- 3
Take a look at me
Tell me what You see