NPC
(Spaceboy Uno)
Used to get high every night
So the lows never got me to low on the way up
Now I don't need me a thing, and my life Is a layup
I swear Ima dunk on that bitch Ima raise up
I am the process of progress I only exist as a concept of conscious
The shots that I miss aren't bricks
They're bricks that I'm building a house with
I hear all that doubt and that shit that y'all talkin
I love it, I love it I strive in the darkness
I use it as paint I can color my art with
I'm Henry Matisse mixed with Salvador Dali
Painting a dream, I create what I think it's my calling
I'm calling my team that's my family I love em
It's Caspian Pink and we runnin like wolves to the money
We howl at the moon when we comin
(Jaelyn)
I'm on my way back home
But to me you feel like home
And I hate sleeping alone
And that's why I call your phone
But you don't pick up my line
And this happens all the time
When I leave you don't hit back
When you know I could clap back
Are you slow, stupid, or dumb
Cause I'm 'bout to show you sum
I don't beg bitch I fall back
See I'll leave you where you at
No need to find me I'll be gone
Since something's always going on
Don't take much to just move on
You just another song
(Joy Road)
Been seem for a minute
Life turns into a dream by the time that I'm finished
Things that you find infinite time lines let the ride feel like it's inside of me
Late night walks to align and think, glow of TV's in apartments blink
Its not news your not convincing me, wonder what its like to be NPC
Experience is projection that's how one thing splits most effective
Movement is illusion attention, trying to explain this trip I'm stressing
Everyone thinks that I'm lucky, baby I'm tapped into something
I'll let you ride on my wave, I promise it's natural to want me
I'm on my way back home
But to me you feel like home
And I hate sleeping alone
And that's why I call your phone
But you don't pick up my line
And this happens all the time
When I leave you don't hit back
When you know I could clap back
Are you slow, stupid, or dumb
Cause I'm 'bout to show you sum
I don't beg bitch I fall back
See I'll leave you where you at
No need to find me I'll be gone
Since something's always going on
Don't take much to just move on
You just another song
Used to get high every night
So the lows never got me to low on the way up
Now I don't need me a thing, and my life Is a layup
I swear Ima dunk on that bitch Ima raise up
I am the process of progress I only exist as a concept of conscious
The shots that I miss aren't bricks
They're bricks that I'm building a house with
I hear all that doubt and that shit that y'all talkin
I love it, I love it I strive in the darkness
I use it as paint I can color my art with
I'm Henry Matisse mixed with Salvador Dali
Painting a dream, I create what I think it's my calling
I'm calling my team that's my family I love em
It's Caspian Pink and we runnin like wolves to the money
We howl at the moon when we comin
(Jaelyn)
I'm on my way back home
But to me you feel like home
And I hate sleeping alone
And that's why I call your phone
But you don't pick up my line
And this happens all the time
When I leave you don't hit back
When you know I could clap back
Are you slow, stupid, or dumb
Cause I'm 'bout to show you sum
I don't beg bitch I fall back
See I'll leave you where you at
No need to find me I'll be gone
Since something's always going on
Don't take much to just move on
You just another song
(Joy Road)
Been seem for a minute
Life turns into a dream by the time that I'm finished
Things that you find infinite time lines let the ride feel like it's inside of me
Late night walks to align and think, glow of TV's in apartments blink
Its not news your not convincing me, wonder what its like to be NPC
Experience is projection that's how one thing splits most effective
Movement is illusion attention, trying to explain this trip I'm stressing
Everyone thinks that I'm lucky, baby I'm tapped into something
I'll let you ride on my wave, I promise it's natural to want me
I'm on my way back home
But to me you feel like home
And I hate sleeping alone
And that's why I call your phone
But you don't pick up my line
And this happens all the time
When I leave you don't hit back
When you know I could clap back
Are you slow, stupid, or dumb
Cause I'm 'bout to show you sum
I don't beg bitch I fall back
See I'll leave you where you at
No need to find me I'll be gone
Since something's always going on
Don't take much to just move on
You just another song
Credits
Writer(s): Marko Pratt
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