He Isn’t Me Jay Eazy
"He Isn’t Me" by Jay Eazy, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of love, betrayal, and self-identity. The lyrics convey feelings of longing and frustration as the narrator reflects on a past relationship, asserting that no one can replace their unique bond. The song features a catchy hook and a mix of melodic beats, showcasing Jay Eazy's signature style. Its relatable narrative resonates with listeners, contributing to its popularity in the hip-hop community. The song emphasizes the importance of authenticity in relationships.
[Intro]
Pretty face I wanna fuck on
Eazy
What?
[Chorus]
When she smiles, it turns me the fuck on
That's a pretty face that I wanna fuck on
She psychotic 'cause all her exes done wrong
I'ma make you feel better with this one song
He isn't me
He didn't run up ten bands in a week
Bitch, I could pay for your nails and your feet
I could show you how to get to a bag, listen
I could take care of you better than mother and dad
You're done with college, oh shit, you're a grad
Shawty from Dallas, I take her to go see the Mavs
No questions asked, this shit isn't Vlad
[Verse 1]
He put you through too much
I'ma buy you Louboutins
All white likе Ku Klux
Bottoms red like Lucifer
But I'm still rеpenting for sins
Even though we'll be fuckin' from like seven to ten
Ironic, it would feel like heaven again
But could go to hell for whatever we did
No 50 Cent, but there's many men
In your DM and they gettin' hit
Just like it's hockey, we slide with the stick
Then pay for some tickets, we takin' a trip
Are you tryna go to the UK?
Make a baby, got us looking at due dates
Hit the stu' and start the cookin', no soufflé
Bringing some Louis bags to the crib just for my roommate
Pretty face I wanna fuck on
Eazy
What?
[Chorus]
When she smiles, it turns me the fuck on
That's a pretty face that I wanna fuck on
She psychotic 'cause all her exes done wrong
I'ma make you feel better with this one song
He isn't me
He didn't run up ten bands in a week
Bitch, I could pay for your nails and your feet
I could show you how to get to a bag, listen
I could take care of you better than mother and dad
You're done with college, oh shit, you're a grad
Shawty from Dallas, I take her to go see the Mavs
No questions asked, this shit isn't Vlad
[Verse 1]
He put you through too much
I'ma buy you Louboutins
All white likе Ku Klux
Bottoms red like Lucifer
But I'm still rеpenting for sins
Even though we'll be fuckin' from like seven to ten
Ironic, it would feel like heaven again
But could go to hell for whatever we did
No 50 Cent, but there's many men
In your DM and they gettin' hit
Just like it's hockey, we slide with the stick
Then pay for some tickets, we takin' a trip
Are you tryna go to the UK?
Make a baby, got us looking at due dates
Hit the stu' and start the cookin', no soufflé
Bringing some Louis bags to the crib just for my roommate
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