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WTFIW
Pop
WTFIW was released on November 21, 2025 by BitSonix Limited as a part of the album The Hype of a Showgirl
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Release DateNovember 21, 2025
LabelBitSonix Limited
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BitSonix
BitSonix
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Kemp
Frank Kemp
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Kemp
Frank Kemp
Producer

Lyrics

Yo, it's Waldo on the mic, yeah I'm tired of this shit
Y'all been looking for me daily like you're riding my dick
Red stripes, thick glasses, yeah I'm iconic
But inside I'm a wreck and my thoughts are demonic
Crowds all around me think this hiding seeks a hobby
But I'm lost in the pages, like where the fuck is my own body
People pointing, screaming, there he is, that's the guy
You think I like being spotted, I just wanna fucking hide
But the real question hits harder than a dildo
You know where Waldo is, but do you know Waldo
I'm standing in a circus or a beach or a mall
But inside I'm falling apart and fucking losing it all
I'm surrounded by pirates, clowns, and weird creeps
But nobody asks how Waldo feels or if he even sleeps
I'm a prisoner of children's books, trapped in a cartoon
Same sweater every day like I'm stuck in a damn cocoon
Red hat, striped shirt, that's all y'all ever see
But I'm more than a human candy cane, motherfucker, I'm me
I think, fuck am I
Who the fuck is Waldo
Not where you dip shit
I'm having an identity crisis and I'm goddamn tired of it
I'm lost in my own story and nobody seems to know
Forget the map, forget the crowd
Just tell me who the fuck is Waldo
Everyone around me got purpose, survival, whole plan
I'm just a red striped asshole wandering through the land
I'm like a celebrity stalked by kids with no chill
Every time I duck away, they flip another page for the thrill
My therapist's a wizard dressed exactly like me
He's like your special Wally, bro, there's 20 of me
And don't get me started on Alo, that bargain been cloned
He's just me but evil and somehow he fucking pulls more ass, bro
I'm exhausted, I'm hollow, I'm feeling real small though
Asking the universe big questions like
Why the fuck do people follow Waldo
Who the fuck is Waldo
Am I more than a sweater and hat
Do I have goals? Do I have feelings
Do I wanna fuck men, women, both
I don't know, nobody lets me explore that shit
I'm stuck inside a puzzle while y'all flip through the show
Don't ask me where I'm standing
Ask who the fuck is Waldo
I'm tired of hiding, tired of finding myself
In a damn cornfield castle or some dusty ass shelf
I'm one meltdown away from telling all these kids to blow me
Congrats, you found Waldo, now go find the old me
I wanna travel, get drunk, maybe fuck around and get free
Take off the stripes, reinvent who the hell I wanna be
But no matter how far I run or where the fuck I roam
I'm always Waldo to you hoes and nowhere feels like home
So who
Who the fuck is Waldo
A joke in a kid's book
A lost little man, dead with the world's worst look
If you're flipping through the pages trying to see where I go
Then maybe you're just like me
Still figuring out who the fuck we are, yo
Who the fuck we are, yo
Written by: Frank Kemp
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