Clocked Out
It's been years since we sat and talked
I don't know what you're on about I figured feelings were clocked out
Recently months turned to weekends
Baby I don't know how much longer I can keep all my secrets to me
Anxiety been giving me heart attacks
Maybe I'll just smoke this weed it helps me relax
Can't resort to sleep because I'm a hell of an insomniac
Constantly rethinking how I'll put myself back on the tracks
Don't know where my heads been at
Still spinning around in circles
Everything's turning hurtful
Maybe it's time to relax
Whip around with the seat back
Check the receipt I bought that
Spend too much thats the recap
But that's all on the low
Talk all that shit but you're broke
Don't let me line up the scope
Im yellin fuck with me please
Your music make them all freeze
My shit turn up the degrees
Soon i'll be flying overseas
Don't give a fuck what you think
Don't give a fuck
It's been years since we sat and talked
I don't know what you're on about I figured feelings were clocked out
Recently months turned to weekends
Baby I don't know how much longer I can keep all my secrets to me
Anxiety been giving me heart attacks
Maybe I'll just smoke this weed it helps me relax
Can't resort to sleep because I'm a hell of an insomniac
Constantly rethinking how I'll put myself back on the tracks
I don't know what you're on about I figured feelings were clocked out
Recently months turned to weekends
Baby I don't know how much longer I can keep all my secrets to me
Anxiety been giving me heart attacks
Maybe I'll just smoke this weed it helps me relax
Can't resort to sleep because I'm a hell of an insomniac
Constantly rethinking how I'll put myself back on the tracks
Don't know where my heads been at
Still spinning around in circles
Everything's turning hurtful
Maybe it's time to relax
Whip around with the seat back
Check the receipt I bought that
Spend too much thats the recap
But that's all on the low
Talk all that shit but you're broke
Don't let me line up the scope
Im yellin fuck with me please
Your music make them all freeze
My shit turn up the degrees
Soon i'll be flying overseas
Don't give a fuck what you think
Don't give a fuck
It's been years since we sat and talked
I don't know what you're on about I figured feelings were clocked out
Recently months turned to weekends
Baby I don't know how much longer I can keep all my secrets to me
Anxiety been giving me heart attacks
Maybe I'll just smoke this weed it helps me relax
Can't resort to sleep because I'm a hell of an insomniac
Constantly rethinking how I'll put myself back on the tracks
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Rodgers
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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