Therapy
Some days
Blend into one or the other
I've been looking and searching for substance
Yeah
And one day
I'll fall asleep like the rest of them
Before summer had even made it's way (Made it's way)
I've been praying
Why did you come up with this?
How did we turn into kids?
How do we love like we miss each other?
Baby (Let's go)
How did we end up as friends?
Why can't we just play pretend
Another moment?
Why you always mad 'bout the little things? (Yeah)
I've been tryna see, but all I hear is rotten speech
I'm dodging a bullet, you pull it
But triggers' only making us scream
My father's crying and causing a scene
Pink like the ivory dangling
And our pottery tangling
For the coping and hoping our dreams were part of a motion picture
Itching to pull up the funds
My gun's definitely loaded
I'm zoning off and I hope you noticed my aim
I'm back from the past and I'm catching my one-two check from the masses
I'm passing my therapy classes, no cap
I'm finna stop and react
I'm finna cop me some cash, bag
Let's try to decide where they keep on bringing us back
And I'm feeling cocky as ever, my personality genie
Pleasing every single body that's on the TV
And I'm feeling like a pop star
Feeling like a fucking failure
Yeah, I didn't know that I could sing a song with a swear word (Uh)
I've been praying
Why did you come up with this?
How did we turn into kids?
How do we love like we miss each other?
Baby (Let's go)
How did we end up as friends?
Why can't we just play pretend
Another moment?
Blend into one or the other
I've been looking and searching for substance
Yeah
And one day
I'll fall asleep like the rest of them
Before summer had even made it's way (Made it's way)
I've been praying
Why did you come up with this?
How did we turn into kids?
How do we love like we miss each other?
Baby (Let's go)
How did we end up as friends?
Why can't we just play pretend
Another moment?
Why you always mad 'bout the little things? (Yeah)
I've been tryna see, but all I hear is rotten speech
I'm dodging a bullet, you pull it
But triggers' only making us scream
My father's crying and causing a scene
Pink like the ivory dangling
And our pottery tangling
For the coping and hoping our dreams were part of a motion picture
Itching to pull up the funds
My gun's definitely loaded
I'm zoning off and I hope you noticed my aim
I'm back from the past and I'm catching my one-two check from the masses
I'm passing my therapy classes, no cap
I'm finna stop and react
I'm finna cop me some cash, bag
Let's try to decide where they keep on bringing us back
And I'm feeling cocky as ever, my personality genie
Pleasing every single body that's on the TV
And I'm feeling like a pop star
Feeling like a fucking failure
Yeah, I didn't know that I could sing a song with a swear word (Uh)
I've been praying
Why did you come up with this?
How did we turn into kids?
How do we love like we miss each other?
Baby (Let's go)
How did we end up as friends?
Why can't we just play pretend
Another moment?
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Rodriguez, Mikey, Yung Sum
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