Not Sure
Not sure if paranoia's the right label
Not sure if hare and tortoise the right fable
Not sure I ever enjoyed the bike races
What do you expect me to do? Like braking?
I know exactly how much I flushed waging
Not sure I'm actually in the right major
Not sure I'll ever go find a wife later
All my concerns are on top of sky scrapers
I make mistakes and don't apologize
Like I'm not sure who to tell if they're not around
Then "sorry, sorry, sorry" slips out when I'm not
And the meaning of my words becomes watered down
Not sure 'bout another word
Until I write it down and let the thoughts out
Sometimes I let it get erased or maybe crossed out
Sometimes I say it out loud and let the laughs out
And people start looking and thinking
"What's that dude laughing about now?"
Well, I'm really not sure
Zac, make your mind up
This is what you asked for
What's the point of floors if I'm bound to drop more?
Zac, you always do this
Follow through for once
You stupid, huh?
No, no no
Well, I'm really not sure
Zac, I swear to God, man
We've done this before
What's the point of floors if I'm bound to drop more?
What's the point of floors?
Not sure 'bout the future like a normal person
Not sure 'bout the present like Secret Santa
Tie my shoes, keep 'em tangled
They said only water, light, and heat can damage my soul
I peaked an hour ago
Did we not learn anything from Old Town Road and drinking alone?
Little star, twinkle twinkle, now I'm thinking alone
But that's how I like it when I'm blowing up the ozone in private
I mean
I'm not sure how many things I can do at once
I was counting on my hand until I reached my thumb
I'm not sure 'bout my brand and it's direction
Not sure that I chose the right reasoning
Not sure if I'm playing devil's advocate
But speak of the devil
I've got the devil sending read receipts
I asked him what my demons asked me
It seems I got my answer
Either that or I'm just kind of like the Devil
Cause I'm really not sure
Zac, make your mind up
This is what you asked for
What's the point of floors if I'm bound to drop more?
Zac, you always do this
Follow through for once
You stupid, huh?
No, no no
Well, I'm really not sure
Zac, I swear to God, man
We've done this before
What's the point of floors if I'm bound to drop more?
What's the point of floors?
Not sure if hare and tortoise the right fable
Not sure I ever enjoyed the bike races
What do you expect me to do? Like braking?
I know exactly how much I flushed waging
Not sure I'm actually in the right major
Not sure I'll ever go find a wife later
All my concerns are on top of sky scrapers
I make mistakes and don't apologize
Like I'm not sure who to tell if they're not around
Then "sorry, sorry, sorry" slips out when I'm not
And the meaning of my words becomes watered down
Not sure 'bout another word
Until I write it down and let the thoughts out
Sometimes I let it get erased or maybe crossed out
Sometimes I say it out loud and let the laughs out
And people start looking and thinking
"What's that dude laughing about now?"
Well, I'm really not sure
Zac, make your mind up
This is what you asked for
What's the point of floors if I'm bound to drop more?
Zac, you always do this
Follow through for once
You stupid, huh?
No, no no
Well, I'm really not sure
Zac, I swear to God, man
We've done this before
What's the point of floors if I'm bound to drop more?
What's the point of floors?
Not sure 'bout the future like a normal person
Not sure 'bout the present like Secret Santa
Tie my shoes, keep 'em tangled
They said only water, light, and heat can damage my soul
I peaked an hour ago
Did we not learn anything from Old Town Road and drinking alone?
Little star, twinkle twinkle, now I'm thinking alone
But that's how I like it when I'm blowing up the ozone in private
I mean
I'm not sure how many things I can do at once
I was counting on my hand until I reached my thumb
I'm not sure 'bout my brand and it's direction
Not sure that I chose the right reasoning
Not sure if I'm playing devil's advocate
But speak of the devil
I've got the devil sending read receipts
I asked him what my demons asked me
It seems I got my answer
Either that or I'm just kind of like the Devil
Cause I'm really not sure
Zac, make your mind up
This is what you asked for
What's the point of floors if I'm bound to drop more?
Zac, you always do this
Follow through for once
You stupid, huh?
No, no no
Well, I'm really not sure
Zac, I swear to God, man
We've done this before
What's the point of floors if I'm bound to drop more?
What's the point of floors?
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Writer(s): Zachary Adam Chase
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