Ups & Downs
Shapes. Size
Running in a circle, COSIN
My life's a roller coaster that's fine
And I seem to act like I never got time
Well I got time, time that I'm wasting
With all the wrong, wrong conversations
Faces to faces, I hate that I think that they
Judging all the steps that I think that I'm taking
My ups and downs, all I wanna do is fuck around
The child in me makes obnoxious sound
I'm cautious now, all I do is ducking down
I guess college might not have been what I'm about
But it's not true, I was taught to always talk through
Every problem. Weather thunder or monsoon
Impromptu, is the only way I respond to
Every possible income and the outcome
I spout some bullshit to y'all
Too scared to get involved
Intimidated, we pissed him off
Or maybe he's too happy, too privileged dawg
And my bad decisions leave bad impressions
For me it's all clear cut like a mathematician
Half catfishing, hope he catch some bitches
Too cocky, bad motive, like a bad petition
Ups & the downs, yeah they keep me alright
I'll stay afloat if I live through the night
Whiskey & Cola, it runs through my veins
Puff on the wafer so I don't go insane
I've been the baddest kid out on the block, I'm the villain right?
Being dead wrong is my Kriptonite
No double take, I'm so right, is my vision right?
I'm so not plain, like vanilla white
My life has got me so nauseous, ups and downs
Get a gut feeling, I double down
Life needs some spice, and my stomach growl
My highs are always too good to be true
My lows are always a excuse to be rude
Never plateau, always fiending over something
Repercussions on repeat gut all up in my stomach
If it ain't make me feel, then I don't even want it
And you're asking me for patients, I don't even got it
Never save time, saving money all up in my wallet
Live life so fast, fast forward, never pausing
Oh man, I ain't tryna be rude
Man I'm just tryna tell you the truth
I'm a nice guy, but my mind split into two
I just wanna fit in, I ain't talking about shoes
I got nothing to do, so I'll fill it with you
Got my schedule planned out, got a session at two
Is my life an excuse, if my life's an excuse
I could do me, give a fuck about you
Running in a circle, COSIN
My life's a roller coaster that's fine
And I seem to act like I never got time
Well I got time, time that I'm wasting
With all the wrong, wrong conversations
Faces to faces, I hate that I think that they
Judging all the steps that I think that I'm taking
My ups and downs, all I wanna do is fuck around
The child in me makes obnoxious sound
I'm cautious now, all I do is ducking down
I guess college might not have been what I'm about
But it's not true, I was taught to always talk through
Every problem. Weather thunder or monsoon
Impromptu, is the only way I respond to
Every possible income and the outcome
I spout some bullshit to y'all
Too scared to get involved
Intimidated, we pissed him off
Or maybe he's too happy, too privileged dawg
And my bad decisions leave bad impressions
For me it's all clear cut like a mathematician
Half catfishing, hope he catch some bitches
Too cocky, bad motive, like a bad petition
Ups & the downs, yeah they keep me alright
I'll stay afloat if I live through the night
Whiskey & Cola, it runs through my veins
Puff on the wafer so I don't go insane
I've been the baddest kid out on the block, I'm the villain right?
Being dead wrong is my Kriptonite
No double take, I'm so right, is my vision right?
I'm so not plain, like vanilla white
My life has got me so nauseous, ups and downs
Get a gut feeling, I double down
Life needs some spice, and my stomach growl
My highs are always too good to be true
My lows are always a excuse to be rude
Never plateau, always fiending over something
Repercussions on repeat gut all up in my stomach
If it ain't make me feel, then I don't even want it
And you're asking me for patients, I don't even got it
Never save time, saving money all up in my wallet
Live life so fast, fast forward, never pausing
Oh man, I ain't tryna be rude
Man I'm just tryna tell you the truth
I'm a nice guy, but my mind split into two
I just wanna fit in, I ain't talking about shoes
I got nothing to do, so I'll fill it with you
Got my schedule planned out, got a session at two
Is my life an excuse, if my life's an excuse
I could do me, give a fuck about you
Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Ernest Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Alan Gibb, Cordozar Broadus, Warryn S. Campbell
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