Centerfold
I'm in the 210, with some new friends, and I stay quiet
You were a nuisance, introduced things just to go on private
And the new fans, find the clues wrapped in my songs they buying
I got new plans, and a few bands
At midnight, we riot
You made a motherfucker mad
Still got the old addy on my dashboard
Still too sad, can we fast forward?
Too detached, I ain't ask for more
Like an argument, we back and forth
Before we met, I was stacking more
I was happy for just a little while
Now you back for more
Come back, back
Where the fuck are you at?
When you're around, you're my centerfold, make the serotonin come fast
And I'll try making a pass
I might fall on my ass
Got you on a pedestal
In my head, you're running laps
And you find another way
To rob me blind, but I decided I'm not running away
No I don't mind it, I'm not fighting, I'm not fronting no way
I've been misguided, but I'm fine with getting burned by your flame
How do I make friends?
How do I start to work on amends?
How do I know who trying to invest?
How do I tell I cleaned up my mess?
Been picking up all the pieces
Wondering if I need them
Trying to find a reason to say "fuck it," and leave them
These memories feeding all my stress
I'm better severing, I don't wanna remember to death
You think you're clever?
Jog my memory, and step in my head?
Not your accessory, the rest of me is better off dead
Come back, back
Where the fuck are you at?
When you're around, you're my centerfold, make the serotonin come fast
And I'll try making a pass
I might fall on my ass
Got you on a pedestal
In my head, you're running laps, laps
And you find another way
To rob me blind, but I decided I'm not running away
No I don't mind it, I'm not fighting, I'm not fronting no way
I've been misguided, but I'm fine with getting burned by your flame
But truthfully, I'm done
I don't need your validation, this is no longer fun
Got a late text, we in your basement
This is wrong, I'll run
I'll evade this, shouldn't say this, you should get back
At one point, I was a better man
With better class; could have gave you a better answer
Hold out, forgot my manners
Hulked out, like Bruce Banner
Made music for the fans first
Two steps, but I took them backwards
Too stressed, now my neck and back hurt
Who's test do I gotta pass first?
This is the last verse
You tell me I should grow?
Well shit, I stand at 5'7
Worth determined by the globe
Hope when I die, I go to heaven
'Cause every time you spoke, you spoke with nothing but aggression
I face you with discretion, now I'm all in
Come back, back
Where the fuck are you at, at?
When you're around, you're my centerfold, make the serotonin come fast, fast
And I'll try making a pass
I might fall on my ass
Got you on a pedestal
In my head, you're running laps, laps
And you find another way
To rob me blind, but I decided I'm not running away
No I don't mind it, I'm not fighting, I'm not fronting no way
I've been misguided, but I'm fine with getting burned by your flame
You were a nuisance, introduced things just to go on private
And the new fans, find the clues wrapped in my songs they buying
I got new plans, and a few bands
At midnight, we riot
You made a motherfucker mad
Still got the old addy on my dashboard
Still too sad, can we fast forward?
Too detached, I ain't ask for more
Like an argument, we back and forth
Before we met, I was stacking more
I was happy for just a little while
Now you back for more
Come back, back
Where the fuck are you at?
When you're around, you're my centerfold, make the serotonin come fast
And I'll try making a pass
I might fall on my ass
Got you on a pedestal
In my head, you're running laps
And you find another way
To rob me blind, but I decided I'm not running away
No I don't mind it, I'm not fighting, I'm not fronting no way
I've been misguided, but I'm fine with getting burned by your flame
How do I make friends?
How do I start to work on amends?
How do I know who trying to invest?
How do I tell I cleaned up my mess?
Been picking up all the pieces
Wondering if I need them
Trying to find a reason to say "fuck it," and leave them
These memories feeding all my stress
I'm better severing, I don't wanna remember to death
You think you're clever?
Jog my memory, and step in my head?
Not your accessory, the rest of me is better off dead
Come back, back
Where the fuck are you at?
When you're around, you're my centerfold, make the serotonin come fast
And I'll try making a pass
I might fall on my ass
Got you on a pedestal
In my head, you're running laps, laps
And you find another way
To rob me blind, but I decided I'm not running away
No I don't mind it, I'm not fighting, I'm not fronting no way
I've been misguided, but I'm fine with getting burned by your flame
But truthfully, I'm done
I don't need your validation, this is no longer fun
Got a late text, we in your basement
This is wrong, I'll run
I'll evade this, shouldn't say this, you should get back
At one point, I was a better man
With better class; could have gave you a better answer
Hold out, forgot my manners
Hulked out, like Bruce Banner
Made music for the fans first
Two steps, but I took them backwards
Too stressed, now my neck and back hurt
Who's test do I gotta pass first?
This is the last verse
You tell me I should grow?
Well shit, I stand at 5'7
Worth determined by the globe
Hope when I die, I go to heaven
'Cause every time you spoke, you spoke with nothing but aggression
I face you with discretion, now I'm all in
Come back, back
Where the fuck are you at, at?
When you're around, you're my centerfold, make the serotonin come fast, fast
And I'll try making a pass
I might fall on my ass
Got you on a pedestal
In my head, you're running laps, laps
And you find another way
To rob me blind, but I decided I'm not running away
No I don't mind it, I'm not fighting, I'm not fronting no way
I've been misguided, but I'm fine with getting burned by your flame
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Perez
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