Busy Body

Hook

You’re a busy body… always in somebody’s story.

Talking loud but your truth is tiny —

yeah, you move messy, moving blindly.

Verse

Running around like you own the city,

but every word you drop comes back empty.

Too many mouths, not enough meaning —

you love the noise more than the living.

Hook

You’re a busy body… always in somebody’s story.

Talking loud but your truth is tiny —

yeah, you move messy, moving blindly.