Who Are You
Tess Henley · Other Songs - Tess Henley
Who Are You
High Heels & Sneakers
Lyrics by Tess Henley
Forgive me if I come across a bit bolder,
But I don't think that I could take it any longer.
There's a lot
Of big talk,
But I ain't seen enough walk.
Now I can understand you're out on your hustle,
But we all tryin' to make it in the same struggle.
Let's make a deal,
Keep it real.
Holla if you feel.
(Chorus)
Someone tell me
Why do we
Consume ourselves with where we need to be?
On your marks, set,
Tryin' to get ahead.
We all want our names heard but can't recall who we just met.
Can't remember your name,
Ain't that a crying shame,
Can't remember your name,
Oh, what a shame.
Who,
Who,
Who, who, who are you?
Fighting for this love is making me a monster.
Tryin' to keep my sanity with every empty offer.
What happened to
The value
Of what's real and what's true?
Hype yourself up, or else you get caught up
In the shuffle.
Paying dues up don't always make the cut
Unless you got a shovel.
Chasing fame,
Dropping names,
What a tainted game.
(Repeat Chorus)
Can't remember your name,
Ain't that a crying shame,
Can't remember your name,
Oh, what a shame.
Who,
Who,
Who, who are you?
Can't remember your name,
Ain't that a crying shame,
Can't remember your name,
Oh, what a shame.
Who,
Who,
Who, who are you?
High Heels & Sneakers
Lyrics by Tess Henley
Forgive me if I come across a bit bolder,
But I don't think that I could take it any longer.
There's a lot
Of big talk,
But I ain't seen enough walk.
Now I can understand you're out on your hustle,
But we all tryin' to make it in the same struggle.
Let's make a deal,
Keep it real.
Holla if you feel.
(Chorus)
Someone tell me
Why do we
Consume ourselves with where we need to be?
On your marks, set,
Tryin' to get ahead.
We all want our names heard but can't recall who we just met.
Can't remember your name,
Ain't that a crying shame,
Can't remember your name,
Oh, what a shame.
Who,
Who,
Who, who, who are you?
Fighting for this love is making me a monster.
Tryin' to keep my sanity with every empty offer.
What happened to
The value
Of what's real and what's true?
Hype yourself up, or else you get caught up
In the shuffle.
Paying dues up don't always make the cut
Unless you got a shovel.
Chasing fame,
Dropping names,
What a tainted game.
(Repeat Chorus)
Can't remember your name,
Ain't that a crying shame,
Can't remember your name,
Oh, what a shame.
Who,
Who,
Who, who are you?
Can't remember your name,
Ain't that a crying shame,
Can't remember your name,
Oh, what a shame.
Who,
Who,
Who, who are you?