Postcode
True saying, baby I want it bad, don't wanna stay too long
Sitting here patient waiting for sudden change, no
I don't believe it man, I'm here on my own
Sick of the feeling, fuck it, I wanna go home
Uh, no calming me
Tryna act sane, everyday getting harder
And anxiety wanna take lead, hold me under the water
I gotta stop it
So in my thought, it's rubbish
Tryna be strong, but everything has gone wrong
Used to get along well with all of my friends
But lately everything has changed
Barely ever had beef, but now we disagree every time I see they face
Try to be patient and hear what they saying
But my god it's clueless
Like fuck use your brain now
Keep tryna bare it ended smashing up my cell phone
Just shattered glass man, I'm so done with being social
Man, I'm so sick of all the people in my postcode
My postcode
True saying baby I want it bad, don't wanna stay too long
Sitting here patient waiting for sudden change, no
I don't believe it man, I'm here on my own
Sick of the feeling, fuck it I wanna go home
Yo, it seems like memory I'm tryna chase
Phone calls and sending 'em messages just ain't the same, no
I don't believe it man, I'm here on my own
Sick of the feeling, fuck it I wanna go home
Uh, and it's plain to see
I wanna stay me but it keeps getting further
And it's changing me, cutting so deep man, I don't want to hurt you
I know that this feeling is cold
Getting older and older, I'm losing control of my youth
Diving right through the truth
Fucking off all the news, no I don't need you,
I don't need none of your views
Fuck up outta my room
If it were you in their shoes, man
I swear you'd feel different
You're blinded by privilege
I'll give this a miss yeah
Keep tryna bare it ended smashing up my cell phone
Just shattered glass man, I'm so done with being social
Man, I'm so sick of all the people in my postcode
My postcode (postcode)
True saying baby I want it bad, don't wanna stay too long
Sitting here patient waiting for sudden change, no
I don't believe it man, I'm here on my own
Sick of the feeling, fuck it I wanna go home
Yo, it seems like memory I'm tryna chase
Phone calls and sending 'em messages just ain't the same, no
I don't believe it man, I'm here on my own
Sick of the feeling, fuck it I wanna go home
(Fuck it, I wanna go home
Fuck it, I wanna go home)
Sitting here patient waiting for sudden change, no
I don't believe it man, I'm here on my own
Sick of the feeling, fuck it, I wanna go home
Uh, no calming me
Tryna act sane, everyday getting harder
And anxiety wanna take lead, hold me under the water
I gotta stop it
So in my thought, it's rubbish
Tryna be strong, but everything has gone wrong
Used to get along well with all of my friends
But lately everything has changed
Barely ever had beef, but now we disagree every time I see they face
Try to be patient and hear what they saying
But my god it's clueless
Like fuck use your brain now
Keep tryna bare it ended smashing up my cell phone
Just shattered glass man, I'm so done with being social
Man, I'm so sick of all the people in my postcode
My postcode
True saying baby I want it bad, don't wanna stay too long
Sitting here patient waiting for sudden change, no
I don't believe it man, I'm here on my own
Sick of the feeling, fuck it I wanna go home
Yo, it seems like memory I'm tryna chase
Phone calls and sending 'em messages just ain't the same, no
I don't believe it man, I'm here on my own
Sick of the feeling, fuck it I wanna go home
Uh, and it's plain to see
I wanna stay me but it keeps getting further
And it's changing me, cutting so deep man, I don't want to hurt you
I know that this feeling is cold
Getting older and older, I'm losing control of my youth
Diving right through the truth
Fucking off all the news, no I don't need you,
I don't need none of your views
Fuck up outta my room
If it were you in their shoes, man
I swear you'd feel different
You're blinded by privilege
I'll give this a miss yeah
Keep tryna bare it ended smashing up my cell phone
Just shattered glass man, I'm so done with being social
Man, I'm so sick of all the people in my postcode
My postcode (postcode)
True saying baby I want it bad, don't wanna stay too long
Sitting here patient waiting for sudden change, no
I don't believe it man, I'm here on my own
Sick of the feeling, fuck it I wanna go home
Yo, it seems like memory I'm tryna chase
Phone calls and sending 'em messages just ain't the same, no
I don't believe it man, I'm here on my own
Sick of the feeling, fuck it I wanna go home
(Fuck it, I wanna go home
Fuck it, I wanna go home)
Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Patrick Lemaire
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