When I'm Chillin'
When I'm Chillin
Tell myself that's nothings real and
Wonder why I never fit in
Bet you'll never catch me tripping or slipping when I'm chillin
When I'm Chillin
Tell myself that's nothings real and
Wonder why I never fit in
Bet you'll never catch me tripping or slipping when I'm chillin
Not sure how to start this line and don't know where it's ending
Like a vending machine broken
Stuck in the spirals unopened
Going viral as the chosen one
Stoic young heroic dumb motions stun
The women like a taser
But rejection hurts more than getting ya ankle hit with a razor
I remember wearing blazers and ties to my class
Broke the rules wore a sweatshirt, we blast music in the hall ways
They all play me, not a robber but get bags
Crawling away from my fate even knowing that death drags
I've met bad decisions that made people who they currently
Nobody's perfect it's not worth to inadvertently
Use currency to cause absurdity it's certainly a part of my issue
And still tryna solve it so I can sell out the venues
Virtue is on the menu
But that's not why I sent you
To listen to this song, you only do it if you be willing
To ask how I'm feeling, I gotta say
When I'm Chillin
Tell myself that's nothings real and
Wonder why I never fit in
Bet you'll never catch me tripping or slipping when I'm chillin
When I'm Chillin
Tell myself that's nothings real and
Wonder why I never fit in
Bet you'll never catch me tripping or slipping when I'm chillin
Tell myself that's nothings real and
Wonder why I never fit in
Bet you'll never catch me tripping or slipping when I'm chillin
When I'm Chillin
Tell myself that's nothings real and
Wonder why I never fit in
Bet you'll never catch me tripping or slipping when I'm chillin
Not sure how to start this line and don't know where it's ending
Like a vending machine broken
Stuck in the spirals unopened
Going viral as the chosen one
Stoic young heroic dumb motions stun
The women like a taser
But rejection hurts more than getting ya ankle hit with a razor
I remember wearing blazers and ties to my class
Broke the rules wore a sweatshirt, we blast music in the hall ways
They all play me, not a robber but get bags
Crawling away from my fate even knowing that death drags
I've met bad decisions that made people who they currently
Nobody's perfect it's not worth to inadvertently
Use currency to cause absurdity it's certainly a part of my issue
And still tryna solve it so I can sell out the venues
Virtue is on the menu
But that's not why I sent you
To listen to this song, you only do it if you be willing
To ask how I'm feeling, I gotta say
When I'm Chillin
Tell myself that's nothings real and
Wonder why I never fit in
Bet you'll never catch me tripping or slipping when I'm chillin
When I'm Chillin
Tell myself that's nothings real and
Wonder why I never fit in
Bet you'll never catch me tripping or slipping when I'm chillin
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Edward Brown
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