Pch

I just wanna feel good
Like I'm making great time, like I'm doing something right
I, I just wanna feel alive
But I don't wanna decide between that or you and I
So I try to make the best of old regrets
I plead the 5th, don't spill the chips
The mood I'm in be boujee then
Switch just like the beauty trends that pull me in
You got me

Falling, falling, falling, falling, falling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Closing, but I'm open when you want it
Upset but I answer when you call me
Me, me, me, yeah

I get hung up
On he's and she's and dudes and don't
And birds and bees
I burn my G's to keep the peace
Last nigga you was trying to please you had him on his knees
And that's not me kapish
He wears Champions, I'm too cheap
I don't wanna TLC, I don't wanna creep
So I'm in Chaps like I'm Burts Bees
Paid a lot of fees but I won't show you the receipts
Take it off the lot and I don't even need a lease
Go pick up a Goddess or God
Take either or im odd
Cupid that's my shoota like COD
Help me to maneuver all the thots
Help me to remember all the squad
Never catch me lying, never crying
No crocodile tears, just lacoste
Play with me and there's no pushing pause

Falling, falling, falling, falling, falling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Closing, but I'm open when you want it
Upset but I answer when you call me
Me, me, me, yeah

You got me fallin' fallin'... fallin'
Now it's get getting breezy outside, i'm wall to wallin'
I'm tryna figure where that love go
First met you blew me away like a snub nose
Special place in my heart for you
My heart the bullseye it's crazy you the dart thrower
Hitting stores throwing shit up in the cart for you
I was a "Simp" baby had me feeling Bart for you

Bought for ya, Bought it for ya
Know that money ain't the matter
Know a check could never satisfy that chatter
I don't need no ladder, no labor
Climbin' for some favors
Ridin' real smooth, know that we can savor

I know I could never hate you
But I know this ain't good relation
You don't know what I been facing
But the way you make me feel like
You make me feel like

Why you never hit my phone, signal come and go
Why I'm losin' sleep at night, starin' at the lights
Dial up the 419, figure i'll be fine
Dial back in record time, gon' be a steeper fine

Treat me like a stranger, Albert Camut
Crumble up the paper, none of its new
Gold... state... flyin' down the highway
On my feed so I can't ignore ya
AND I hate that you're my euphoria
Got me bleedin' out in California
And I hate it cause you're my euphoria

Falling, falling, falling, falling, falling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Closing, but I'm open when you want it
Upset but I answer when you call me
Me, me, me, yeah