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My phone makes me upset, and my home makes me depressed
Just by the nature of me staying still in bed
You hear what I said?
Comfort means death
Just like a bullet through the right side of my head

What's in the motorcade?
Model 3 or a foreign made?
Lambo lookin like some lemonade
Like a pissin' contest, who's go the range rover
Fulfilling the quota
My luck like a four leaf clover
You live, you die it's over
Who'd wanna be sober?

Comparison is a thief, the grass, it's always green
But somehow I got convinced it's more saturated down the street
Like god wants it to be seen
But really it's just my own head letting me know of my own disease
I already said all my peace

Inescapable mind states
Just complicated ass primates
Bring a meal to me on a silver plate
So we can talk shit about nation states

Lemme indulge, and lemme conflict
My heart against my ego bout' as big as those ships

I see docked in San Diego when we go on those trips
My alter ego lives inside, like big he's just a kid

Playing smash on the switch, high as shit
Caption falcon with the hits
(Down-B motherfucker!)

Boy you're obnoxious and toxic
You're the type to start shit (Probably)
Damn I didn't know about my ruthless subconscious, always judging and mocking
Takin shots at my problems
I'm aware, it's constant, constant, constant

See the only way to avoid the blues is setting fire to all your shoes
Don't leave the house and don't go to school
Let it all fall down

Me and my phone had a breakup, but somehow I still wake up
From notifications
I feel vacant
Nothing can save us

My phone makes me upset, and my home makes me depressed
Just by the nature of me staying still in bed
You hear what I said?
Comfort means death
Just like a bullet through the right side of my head

It's hard to get used to it, too rough to acclimate
I've been laying low
Cleaning every plate
I should probably go
Ya it's getting kinda late
You hear what I just said?
That shit sounds kinda lame

My phone makes me upset, and my home makes me depressed
Just by the nature of me staying still in bed
You hear what I said?
Comfort means death
Just like a bullet through the right side of my head

It's hard to get used to it, too rough to acclimate
I've been laying low
Cleaning every plate
I should probably go
Ya it's getting kinda late
You hear what I just said?
That shit sounds kinda lame

My phone makes me upset, and my home makes me depressed
Just by the nature of me staying still in bed
You hear what I said?
Comfort means death
Just like a bullet through the right side of my head

I'm a wannabe
Hometown prodigy, but honestly
This town is tired of me
I'm ready to leave
Palm trees and sunny skies
Still feelin' uneasy
Pot smoke got my wheezy
When will you release me?



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Writer(s): Dean Reynolds
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