Lyrics:

Okay
Bad news, phone call 'em
So-called, in my zone
Tryna write a song, tryna master peace
Dressin' up for casualties, R.I.P., printed tees
R&B, Pendegrass, teddy bears in the street
I can barely bare to be a better me, best believe
I'm my own last, first, best, worst enemy
Oh Lord, oh Ford, oh Dodge, oh Jeep, hodgepodge
Hot porridge in the soles of my feet
Shoutout Soulo, 47 killin' shows for free
Empty-handed mall Santa, kids pissin' on my knee
Hold on, gotta breathe, okay
Funny how laughin' hard make you crazy
Crazy how cryin' soft make you nervous
It's nerve-wracking that the people that they shed blood to purchase
Was brainwashed to feel the most worthless
Bad news, phone call 'em
So-called, in my zone
Tryna write a song, tryna master peace
Bad news, phone call 'em
So-called, in my zone
Tryna write a song, tryna master peace
Outta filter tips, guess I'll just use this
Fresh outta filter tips, I guess I'll use this
Fresh outta filter tips, I guess I'll use this
Fresh outta filter tips, I guess I'll use this
Bad news, phone call 'em
So-called, in my zone
Tryna write a song, tryna master peace
Bad news, phone call 'em
So-called, in my zone
Tryna write a song, tryna master peace
Years fly by with you
Maybe that's a good thing, maybe I done found me a good thing
Bird's-eye high with you
Got 'em seeing new things, think I might've found the other shoestring
That was corny, but you laughed, always do
When I'm with you, I can't even hear things
It's like I'm at the bottom of a rosy pool
I just want to be here for a couple days
I just want to hide, babe
I can't even think straight
Now I'm up late with the replays
Every day's another hour, every hour's just a minute
Every minute I don't see you, I can see the phrase
I know, it's driving you away (I fucked that nigga up)
And girl, it's driving me insane
Standing under waterfalls, callin' you
Always gotta struggle with the follow-through
It's my fault, it's not on you
It's my fault, it's not on you
I'm just here to drop off
'Cause I'm so anti, and you so let's try
And we just might've hit the drop off
But if you don't mind, hold me this one time
'Fore we just fall, and get our rocks off
Plus, you know I don't fuck with the locks off
Usually, I don't fuck with the socks off
Never that, never trust, not the knockoffs
'It's too much, it's too much' girl, then hop off
'Cause karma couldn't give a fuck what you fin' to
Or intend to, what your friends do
Reach for the ensue, pass me the hot sauce
Fresh outta filter tips
Fresh outta filter tips, hopin' this won't hurt a bit
Tell the angels you deserve a lift (yeah)