future

I'm from the future
Don't you recognize me?
With all the fruity flavors, I missed it
With all the superstitions, I faked it
Again
I bet if you asked me
I fuck it up
So it's better if I just keep my mouth shut
I don't need people to ask much
Anymore

People set their own ways
Of giving up
It's better if you just don't ask much
I haven't seen a person in a month
Again
Do I even know me?
I'll make it up
Caught me started on some bullshit from last month
I'm over it
Now I don't ask much
Anymore

Can't you tell me now?
Now I catch you coming out



Credits
Writer(s): Gulish Mitchell, Stafne Esden, Wood Gabriel
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