Pardison Fontaine - THEE PERSON lyrics

After watching people drag your name
And, and talk about you in unfavorable ways
In order to get attention, uh, clicks
I never thought you would do
Something like that to me
Oh, I'd like to apologize for uh
No longer keeping up with your lies or
Supporting your habit's to tell half-truths
I hope this message reaches you well
Hope you get the help you need

Look, you talk shit about Kellon
Shit about Jayla and Darren
You talk shit about everybody
Except for the person in
The mirror that's staring
You talk shit like you Keisha
Then cry like a Karen
Fuck awards that you won, money you got
Clothеs that you wearing
A whole lot happenеd in these last two years


But this is the part that you sharing
I just wish you'd tell the whole truth
When you was going through shit
How I hold you
"It's gon' be okay, " that's what I told you
I was the realest nigga you was close to
And that's for real
The people that know you don't love you
The people that love you don't know you
I loved you out loud, I was vocal
Said you never seen that up close
I said, "Come here, baby, let me show you"
Sit down for a second, girl
You need to hear this
Be for real, you ain't even realistic
Got lipo then you started posting gym pics
The things that you're doing is sadistic
Spent four hours doin' glam, not a blemish
But, your foundation is off
You need to fix it
Clean up your spirit and not just your image
I thought that's what you was
Doin' wit' your downtime
When the snake shed it's skin
It only change on the outside
You got emotional hurdles
Man, the work you need is internal
When love goes bad, can't believe it
Archive pics 'cause you can't delete it
Damn, see me with Jada Kingdom and
Then you went Jada Pinkett
Saw you pop out, wish you the best
You see me pop out, start grippin' your chest
Damn, thought you was on an island, healing
I guess the newer album need a villain
Brand new way for you to be a victim
And you did all of this
On my daughter birthday
Ooh, girl, you consistent, shit
I gotta love you from a distance
Same nigga that you did all
The tags for the beats
You let that nigga tag, let him beat
You let me give ' em dap when we meet
Even that, I kept discreet
I asked you to your face
"Did you fuck them niggas?"
And you swore on your mother
I knew from then, I couldn't trust her
More lies from the lips of a lover
Same lips that I got tatted on my shoulder
Even then, I kept my composure
I was supposed to
This the girl that I'm trying to propose to
Ask Greg Una, I had picked out a ring
Then you lied to my face
Went on TV and then lied to Gayle King
I found out with the rest of the world
Girl, I treated you like a queen
Whole time, I'm a clown in your circus
I tried to pull you up out the mud
Here you are, tryna drown me on purpose
You know the devil was a serpent
For some streams and views, girl
I hope it was worth it
This ain't for Megan Thee Stallion
This is for Megan Thee Person

Had me beefin' with niggas you
Know you was fuckin'
Beautiful girl, but your soul is disgusting
You got everything, but you still ain't happy
That should be showing you some
Hire detectives, girl, you the feds
Not in your house, not in your bed
You lyin' to people, you sick in the head

Keep it a buck, you could be honest
Talkin' 'bout me and some dame
Like, I was just out here doin' my thing
The way that you painting
This picture's a shame
How many times did I catch
You texting them niggas?
You did you first, I just did me bigger
You flew out the country, ain't call for days
In my mind, we had parted ways
You was back movin' awful strange
In an effort to fix it, I took all the blame
Like I always do
Apologize for shit that I know I ain't do
How you want grace and lack empathy?
Even 'til this day, I'm not your enemy
I'm returning the vibes that you sending me
I wanted me and you to
Work more than anything
I still want your well-being
More than anything
You can still hit my mom up for anything
The breakup was clean, you made it a mess
I never planned on saying anything
I see you take shot after shot
But never seen you swallow
A drop of accountability
You fall out with everyone in your vicinity
Is that depression, or is it hostility?

Had me beefin' with niggas you
Know you was fuckin'
Beautiful girl, but your soul is disgusting
You got everything, but you still ain't happy
That should be showing you some
Hire detectives, girl, you the feds
Not in your house, not in your bed
You lyin' to people, you sick in the head