Deja Who?
Talk some sense into me
I've been here too many times
And learned not to ever wonder why
Make some sense out of me
Like I'm a single dollar bill
I need to rearrange
You spoke in tongues like you were catching onto something I could not
I'd need a million years to get your thoughts
I spoke to you like I was hanging onto something I could not
In time, I'll learn to just say fuck it
Not that long ago they said, "Just behave"
But when you make bold moves
They all celebrate
Not that long ago they said, "Just restrain"
But get that swagger down pat and they'll wanna know your name
Yeah, throw it out until it lands, ooh
I will pretend that I understand it
I think I might just be losing it
I think I might just be losing it
Talk some sense into me
I've been here too many times
And learned not to ever wonder why
Talk some sense into me
I've been here too many times
And learned not to ever wonder why
Making sense of, making sense of, making sense of me
Making sense of, making sense of, making sense of me
This is not confidence
It's disengagement
I used to feel judgement
Now I don't give a shit
This is not confidence
It's disengagement
I used to feel judgement
Now I don't give a shit, shit
I've been here too many times
And learned not to ever wonder why
Make some sense out of me
Like I'm a single dollar bill
I need to rearrange
You spoke in tongues like you were catching onto something I could not
I'd need a million years to get your thoughts
I spoke to you like I was hanging onto something I could not
In time, I'll learn to just say fuck it
Not that long ago they said, "Just behave"
But when you make bold moves
They all celebrate
Not that long ago they said, "Just restrain"
But get that swagger down pat and they'll wanna know your name
Yeah, throw it out until it lands, ooh
I will pretend that I understand it
I think I might just be losing it
I think I might just be losing it
Talk some sense into me
I've been here too many times
And learned not to ever wonder why
Talk some sense into me
I've been here too many times
And learned not to ever wonder why
Making sense of, making sense of, making sense of me
Making sense of, making sense of, making sense of me
This is not confidence
It's disengagement
I used to feel judgement
Now I don't give a shit
This is not confidence
It's disengagement
I used to feel judgement
Now I don't give a shit, shit
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Writer(s): Christian Bridges
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