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.