Hiding in Plain Sight

Like a Swiss knife

Sharp on both side

The hit and run type

Like the weed guy

Hiding in plain sight

In broad daylight

I swear the more I grow up

The less I wanna show up

I feel like going on hikes and doing yoga

Told you I'm a grown up baby, not a show off

If you're gonna judge me on likes

Well, shut the fuck up!

Turn the autotune off, I'm on pitch yeah

Even baby boomers, they love me

Like a can of tuna I tight lipped, I've never heard a rumor about me

I'm sneaky, I don't make a noise, I don't flinch, yeah

Dressed like a busboy in England

Black women corduroys slim fit

I smell Moroccan oil and a snitch

From a mile away, yeah sharks smell blood from a mile away

And I bet you don't wanna die today

So keep your mouth shut, shut, shut, shut

Like a Swiss knife

Sharp on both side

The hit and run type

Like the weed guy

Hiding in plain sight

In broad daylight