Hoping you can see what I see
Be what I be
But there is only one me
You know you hate to love me
Always consumed with thinking of me
Knowing I’m beautiful, saying I’m ugly
Your hatred is below me
If I had a penis, I’d tell you to blow me
If you have love for me just say it
Don’t be ashamed
I’m not stuck on myself
I don’t mind sharing the fame
Sharing the spotlight
I can give you pointers and insight
Oh how to be like me
If need be
Pimpin like being Cookee ain’t easy
So, when you feel like you have lost your way
And feel bitter at the end of your day
And want to put the hate away
Hit me up, and say
“Cookee I don’t want to be like Mike, I wanna be like you”
I tell you” I’ll see what I can do”
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