Shirt
I do not usually do this, but I see you shooting for the moon
Let me come help with your aim
And if we don't make it, then baby, let's land in your room
Whatever you choose, I am right here in your speaker
Just don't disconnect the Bluetooth
I know that you know what it feels like to lose
Know that it hurts, though you're not alone
'Cause I do too
But that's why we gotta keep shooting 'til ain't no more stars in sky
Watching 'em fall to the roof like tears falling out of your eyes
Know that you're looking for truth in a room full of liars
Like looking for art in a cubicle breaking them ties to yourself
Full of anxiety, biting your nails, and losing your cuticles
Ah
Watching a cumulonimbus form over your head
When it rains, yeah, it pours, so we're smoking instead
Drowning our sorrows in bottles of brew
With a lil' orange bottle right next to the bed
Shake it up, shake it up, ain't nothing left
So we lie to the doctor to re-up the meds
Hiding inside of your heart and your head
Yeah, I hate when you're sorry but do it instead
Crush it up, crush it up, straight to the head
I'm in love with the thought of you ending up dead
I'm in love with a daughter that pains from her dad
I'm in love with myself, so it don't ever work
Hopped out the bed and I got up for work
Did a workout routine 'fore I put on a shirt
One day at a time, niggas look in the mirror
Unsure of myself, so I put on a shirt
Unsure of myself, so I put on a skirt
Hurting ourselves with the way we get messy
Hurting myself with the way that I think
And I think that we need a little change of direction
Doubting myself 'til we're down in the dumps
Looking down on myself when I'm down outta luck
With a mountain of bullshit we don't ever touch
Man that shit gotta change, yeah, I've had enough
Hopped outta bed and I got up for work
Did a workout routine 'fore I put on a shirt
One day at a time, niggas look in the mirror
Unsure of myself, so I put on a shirt
Crush it up, crush it up, straight to the head
I'm in love with the thought of you ending up dead
I'm in love with a daughter that pains from her dad
I'm in love with myself, so it don't ever
Work
Let me come help with your aim
And if we don't make it, then baby, let's land in your room
Whatever you choose, I am right here in your speaker
Just don't disconnect the Bluetooth
I know that you know what it feels like to lose
Know that it hurts, though you're not alone
'Cause I do too
But that's why we gotta keep shooting 'til ain't no more stars in sky
Watching 'em fall to the roof like tears falling out of your eyes
Know that you're looking for truth in a room full of liars
Like looking for art in a cubicle breaking them ties to yourself
Full of anxiety, biting your nails, and losing your cuticles
Ah
Watching a cumulonimbus form over your head
When it rains, yeah, it pours, so we're smoking instead
Drowning our sorrows in bottles of brew
With a lil' orange bottle right next to the bed
Shake it up, shake it up, ain't nothing left
So we lie to the doctor to re-up the meds
Hiding inside of your heart and your head
Yeah, I hate when you're sorry but do it instead
Crush it up, crush it up, straight to the head
I'm in love with the thought of you ending up dead
I'm in love with a daughter that pains from her dad
I'm in love with myself, so it don't ever work
Hopped out the bed and I got up for work
Did a workout routine 'fore I put on a shirt
One day at a time, niggas look in the mirror
Unsure of myself, so I put on a shirt
Unsure of myself, so I put on a skirt
Hurting ourselves with the way we get messy
Hurting myself with the way that I think
And I think that we need a little change of direction
Doubting myself 'til we're down in the dumps
Looking down on myself when I'm down outta luck
With a mountain of bullshit we don't ever touch
Man that shit gotta change, yeah, I've had enough
Hopped outta bed and I got up for work
Did a workout routine 'fore I put on a shirt
One day at a time, niggas look in the mirror
Unsure of myself, so I put on a shirt
Crush it up, crush it up, straight to the head
I'm in love with the thought of you ending up dead
I'm in love with a daughter that pains from her dad
I'm in love with myself, so it don't ever
Work
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