Who This
(Verse 1) Yo, who the fuck is this, stepping in the mist, With a clenched fist, a name on the list. A silhouette in the night, a figure in the distance, Walking with persistence, moving with resistance. Chorus: Who the fuck is this, a mystery in the twist, A stranger in our midst, a story we can't resist. (Verse 2) No face to see, moving like a shadow, In the alleyways, like a ghost in the meadow. Wrapped in secrecy, a puzzle unsolved, With every step he takes, the mystery evolved. Chorus: Who the fuck is this, a riddle in the abyss, Bearing secrets we miss, a tale with a twist. (Bridge) Who is he, a friend or a foe, A part of the show, or just laying low? In the moonlight's glow, his secrets he sows, Who the fuck is this? Nobody knows. (Verse 3) A whisper in the wind, a mark on the wall, Leaving traces behind, yet standing tall. With every tick of the clock, in the hush of the night, Who the fuck is this, remaining out of sight? Chorus: Who the fuck is this, a conundrum in the mist, A face we can't resist, a story with a twist. (Outro) So here's to the unknown, the unsung, the unseen, To the one who walks in shadows, the mystery, the dream. Who the fuck is this, only time will tell, 'Til then, we're under his spell.
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(Verse 1) Yo, who the fuck is this, stepping in the mist, With a clenched fist, a name on the list. A silhouette in the night, a figure in the distance, Walking with persistence, moving with resistance. Chorus: Who the fuck is this, a mystery in the twist, A stranger in our midst, a story we can't resist. (Verse 2) No face to see, moving like a shadow, In the alleyways, like a ghost in the meadow. Wrapped in secrecy, a puzzle unsolved, With every step he takes, the mystery evolved. Chorus: Who the fuck is this, a riddle in the abyss, Bearing secrets we miss, a tale with a twist. (Bridge) Who is he, a friend or a foe, A part of the show, or just laying low? In the moonlight's glow, his secrets he sows, Who the fuck is this? Nobody knows. (Verse 3) A whisper in the wind, a mark on the wall, Leaving traces behind, yet standing tall. With every tick of the clock, in the hush of the night, Who the fuck is this, remaining out of sight? Chorus: Who the fuck is this, a conundrum in the mist, A face we can't resist, a story with a twist. (Outro) So here's to the unknown, the unsung, the unseen, To the one who walks in shadows, the mystery, the dream. Who the fuck is this, only time will tell, 'Til then, we're under his spell.
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