“I Know The Guy Who Did” REMIX

I know the guy who fucked my whole life up,

Know where he sleeps,

know when he gets up,

Know every lie that motherfucker ever told,

Every bridge he ever burned just to stand in the smoke.

He spent money we ain't have,

Loved women we shouldn't trust,

Made enemies for nothing,

Turned a spark into dust.

He could turn one bad decision

Into seven by the morning,

Then look straight into my face like—

“Man, I never saw it coming.”

Yeah. Bullshit.

I've been looking for that bastard

for a long, long time.

Funny thing—

he's real fucking easy to find.

I KNOW THE GUY WHO DID IT.

Know his walk, know his voice,

Every time my life went sideways—

HE WAS STANDING AT THE CHOICE.

I know the guy who did it.

Been forgiving him for years.

Every mirror in the building— THAT MOTHERFUCKER'S HERE.

Now before you call it self-hate,

Nah, you're hearing this wrong,

If I caused half my problems— Then I had power all along.

That's a terrifying thought

when excuses kept you warm,

'Cause the second you own the wreckage You can start another form.

Can't interrogate my childhood,

Can't put yesterday on trial,

Can't cross-examine bad luck Till the jury fucking smiles.

But the dude inside the mirror?

I can work with him tonight.

That's the first suspect I've found who can actually make it right.

I spent years asking—

“Why does this shit keep happening to me?”

Then I noticed— I

kept showing

up.

I KNOW THE GUY WHO DID IT.

And I'm done pretending not.

He made some beautiful mistakes— AND SOME REALLY FUCKING NOT.

I know the guy who did it.

But here's the part I never knew:

If that motherfucker made this mess— THAT MOTHERFUCKER CAN MAKE SOMETHING NEW.

So here's to every bad call,

Every door I should've closed,

Every warning I ignored 'Cause apparently I fucking know.

I don't need another villain.

I don't need another lie.

Got the culprit. Got the witness.

Got the weapon. GOT THE GUY.

“There you are.”