Song: Silly Guy
Artist: Jimmy & The Threats
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released February 6, 2010
Silly guy
With your shiny shoes
Silly guy
What are you trying to prove
He’s got a baby blue and white collar
Smiles like he got away with murder
Plays it colder than October
He does’t like to lose
Everyone respects the king
At least that’s what he’d like to think
Has his own definition what it is to be a man
Baby you don’t wanna light the fuse
Type’a guy with an appetite
for tellin’ women that they’re overweight and
can’t drive
Trust he won’t settle- always has to one-up
ya
Complex of a rebel or just gumption?
Either way ya like it or decide for yourself
The kid’s quick to preach heaven as he is to
raise hell
Dudn’t got a fuse, he got a light switch
Ain’t a damn thing between smilin’ and
fightin’
No need for reason, he’ll move off assumption
Poppin’ off Hurricane Kicks and Dragon
Punches
Brash temper starvin’ for attention
Cocky attitude substitutes when defensive
You can tell he never spent time in the hood
Cos’ he thinks that any type’a hype is good
Folks that just met’em say “Isn’t fly?”
But those that know better just call’em
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Chorus
Silly guy, what are you trying to prove
Silly guy, what are you trying to prove
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Oh and he talks and talks and talks
Until he’s heard, and walks and walks
Like he’s sure, and talks and talks
Until he’s heard
Long before the land was took
Before guns, germs, steel and standards stood
Between justice leagues and bands’a crooks
It’s always been about the manhood
Where victory’s only made hungry self-esteems
Measured by beers and losses
Forever unfortunate to force destiny
Into fame, sex, and profit
He can’t get off it. He doesn’t walk the
line, he wanders
With a pride fresh outta honor to offer
To these social flings, social unrest
A social king, emotional dysfunction
Would betray his boys
To squeeze another soul down to the last
drop’a joy
For himself. Smilin’ at the flames and noise.
You get my exclamation point
All sorts and kinds of crazy
(Say word, say word)
Hidin’ behind the same grin
(Alright, alright)
Don’t mistake his heart for him playin’ the
part
The only one he has is on his card
Chorus
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