Lyrics:

(The conformist)


Small talk to bore me of all the bullshit that you sporting
A speechless conformist, I don't see the morning (C'est la vie)
More talk to keep me up on my feet when I am leaving
If she wanna stay, though, rest on my own
Why would I wanna stay, though? Rest on my own, my own


My own, yeah, I wait for peace
It's the same old shit, running constantly
Fuck a love song, ayy, tryna take my lease
Get a house on a hill, hear the waves on the beach
And we play these games, yeah, they fucking with my head
Tryna rearrange, but it's already set and it's don5
Still, you take up the place in my h5art
God knows I'm tryna kill it (Kill it)

Ice cold killer
Born bred sinner
Spin a web with the finger
She a player, I'm the game, oh, ayy, oh
I might have to lay low


Small talk to bore me of all the bullshit that you sporting
A speechless conformist, I don't see the morning (C'est la vie)
More talk to keep me up on my feet when I am leaving
If she wanna stay, though, rest on my own
Why would I wanna stay, though? Rest on my own, my own


Whatever I felt, I hold it in
Never had help, we rolled it in
The two of us, the stakes were thin
Just break 'em in, we made to win
Said, 'Get up out my face if you ain't talkin' 'bout that guala'
Interrogate the world like I was Simba, you were Nala
But every great team comes to the end of an era
Silly, sitting there thinking I could have done better (Done better)
The sun in the sky never reflects my inner weather
Eyes cold, killer, shield your tears with my umbrella

Ice cold killer
Born bred sinner
Spin a web with the finger
She a player, I'm the game, oh, ayy, oh
I might have to lay low


Small talk to bore me of all the bullshit that you sporting
A speechless conformist, I don't see the morning (C'est la vie)
More talk to keep me up on my feet when I am leaving
If she wanna stay, though, rest on my own
Why would I wanna stay, though? Rest on my own, my own


(The conformist)