Intro (gritty, playful):
Yeah…
Pussy willow…
We see you…
Verse 1:
Rollin’ in that white truck, thinkin’ you’re elite,
But it’s clean, kinda soft—just like you in the seat,
Grip the wheel like it’s givin’ you power,
Take that away, you fold in an hour.
Pre-Chorus:
All that flex, but it don’t hit right,
Tough all day, then you hide at night.
Chorus (punchy, loud):
PUSSY WILLOW—stuck in the shadoooow,
Actin’ big but you’re movin’ real low,
PUSSY WILLOW—everybody knooows,
It’s all a show everywhere you go.
Verse 2:
Bald head shine like a signal in the sun,
Flash so bright, yeah you can’t outrun,
Spotlight hit and you strike a pose,
But it’s not that deep—everybody knows.
Puma kicks and them jeans too tight,
Tryna look slick but it don’t sit right,
Whole outfit scream “look at me,”
But confidence ain’t in the jeans you see.
Pre-Chorus:
Light one up, take a drag real slow,
Blow it out through your mouth and nose.
Chorus:
PUSSY WILLOW—lost in the shadoooow,
Clouds of smoke but you still don’t grow,
PUSSY WILLOW—everybody knooows,
You fade out quick when the pressure shows.
Bridge (fun breakdown):
Snore so loud, yeah you shake the place,
Talk real big but it’s all just face,
Every move just a little off beat,
Like tough guy shoes on nervous feet.
Breakdown (bouncy, mocking):
White truck… nice try…
Sunlight gleam off that head so high…
Big talk… don’t show…
Still scared of your shadoooow…
Final Chorus (big, catchy):
PUSSY WILLOW—back in the shadoooow,
Same old act, same old flow,
PUSSY WILLOW—everybody knooows,
You’re all hype, no follow-through though.
Outro (fade, teasing):
Pussy… willow…
Still duckin’ that shadoooow
