sorry i can't look you in the eyes
(This shit's for all my little weirdos eatin' by yourself at lunch)
(Ay, one day you may be a famous rapper)
You said, "I'm sorry, I can't look you in the eyes
There's somethin' wrong with my mind"
I put my hand on his chest and I looked him in the eye
And said, "You're doin' your best, my guy"
That's that existential dread
That's tears on your cheeks when you're tryna go to bed
That's an uncomfortable day, day instead
Of bein' happy in that dismal head
Oh, my fuckin' God
If someone asked, ha, oh, fuck
If someone asked me to have a positive outlook
I'ma positively put my fist in that neck nook
That soft part right bеtween your neck and your chuckin' chest, yeah
You said, "I'm sorry, I can't look you in thе eye
There's somethin' wrong with my mind"
I put my hand on his chest and I looked him in the eye
And said, "Jordan, at least you tried"
Let's go, yo, I'm sorry, I can't look you in the eye
There's somethin' wrong with my mind
He put his hand on my cheek and looked me in the eye
Bye, he walked into the night, oh, that's beautiful
Oh, I'm sorry, I can't look you in the eye
There's somethin' wrong with my mind
County clerk, waitress, cashier guy
I'm sorry, I can't look you in the eye, you're beautiful
(Ay, one day you may be a famous rapper)
You said, "I'm sorry, I can't look you in the eyes
There's somethin' wrong with my mind"
I put my hand on his chest and I looked him in the eye
And said, "You're doin' your best, my guy"
That's that existential dread
That's tears on your cheeks when you're tryna go to bed
That's an uncomfortable day, day instead
Of bein' happy in that dismal head
Oh, my fuckin' God
If someone asked, ha, oh, fuck
If someone asked me to have a positive outlook
I'ma positively put my fist in that neck nook
That soft part right bеtween your neck and your chuckin' chest, yeah
You said, "I'm sorry, I can't look you in thе eye
There's somethin' wrong with my mind"
I put my hand on his chest and I looked him in the eye
And said, "Jordan, at least you tried"
Let's go, yo, I'm sorry, I can't look you in the eye
There's somethin' wrong with my mind
He put his hand on my cheek and looked me in the eye
Bye, he walked into the night, oh, that's beautiful
Oh, I'm sorry, I can't look you in the eye
There's somethin' wrong with my mind
County clerk, waitress, cashier guy
I'm sorry, I can't look you in the eye, you're beautiful
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Writer(s): Frank Lopes
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