dog days
(Please give me a break)
Nothing's really changed since the dog days of summer
You came in my aim at a mini-mall, hey
You can stay the same, I'ma change like thunder
I'ma make it rain, you walking home, yeah
You can stay late, yeah, I made you a supper
C'mon home, yeah, it's getting cold, hey
To this day, I'ma be your brother
Everything's same as we make it to old age
Do-do-do-da-da-da
Still coming around, mm
Do-do-do-da-da-da
What the fuck am I supposed to do now?
What am I supposed to do? I yell at my reflection
Seems my enemy's inside of my head, the cause of my depression
And it's haunting me, I say my peace in audio expressions
I measure every single word, but then I never send the message
Please give me a break
Please give me a break
You're photoshopped, fake
Revenge on my plate, you ain't gonna ask how it taste
What a waste, build it up, watch it break
Throw my phone into the lake, cigarette to the face
I'm like, "Boy you better pipe up"
When I hit the town, city girl, you know I act up
When I hit the ground, dust my shoulders, then get back up
Smoking on a pound, and it stank, that's that pack, yeah
And nothing's changed, same phone number, you can call me whenever
It's just, I've got an illness, and I fear I may never get better
It seems I'm all outta luck, but habits die hard, so I'm not even bothered
Still wear that withered sweater to weather the weather, so I'm like, "Whatever"
And I say
What am I supposed to do? I yell at my reflection
Seems my enemy's inside of my head, the cause of my depression
And it's haunting me, I say my peace in audio expressions
I measure every single word, but then I never send the message
Please give me a break
I fake a smile and keep on running
Heartbreak, I'm behind, left my taste in your mouth
I fake a smile and try to love the pain
When I'm outside of my head
Nothing's really changed since the dog days of summer
You came in my aim at a mini-mall, hey
You can stay the same, I'ma change like thunder
I'ma make it rain, you walking home, yeah
You can stay late, yeah, I made you a supper
C'mon home, yeah, it's getting cold, hey
To this day, I'ma be your brother
Everything's same as we make it to old age
Do-do-do-da-da-da
Still coming around, mm
Do-do-do-da-da-da
What the fuck am I supposed to do now?
What am I supposed to do? I yell at my reflection
Seems my enemy's inside of my head, the cause of my depression
And it's haunting me, I say my peace in audio expressions
I measure every single word, but then I never send the message
Please give me a break
Please give me a break
You're photoshopped, fake
Revenge on my plate, you ain't gonna ask how it taste
What a waste, build it up, watch it break
Throw my phone into the lake, cigarette to the face
I'm like, "Boy you better pipe up"
When I hit the town, city girl, you know I act up
When I hit the ground, dust my shoulders, then get back up
Smoking on a pound, and it stank, that's that pack, yeah
And nothing's changed, same phone number, you can call me whenever
It's just, I've got an illness, and I fear I may never get better
It seems I'm all outta luck, but habits die hard, so I'm not even bothered
Still wear that withered sweater to weather the weather, so I'm like, "Whatever"
And I say
What am I supposed to do? I yell at my reflection
Seems my enemy's inside of my head, the cause of my depression
And it's haunting me, I say my peace in audio expressions
I measure every single word, but then I never send the message
Please give me a break
I fake a smile and keep on running
Heartbreak, I'm behind, left my taste in your mouth
I fake a smile and try to love the pain
When I'm outside of my head
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Aspan, Godwill Oke, Sam Molinaro, Daniel Kaplan
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