Isn’t It Strange?

I spend too much time on the phone
I spend too much time on the internet
Talkin' to people that I don't really know, huh
Say I love my own company, but
I don't really spend enough time on my own
Never alone, but I'm always lonely
Never at home 'cause I ain't really homely
Tryna keep it real, but I feel like a phony

Say I love my ma, but I don't call her
Say I work hard, I could work harder
Say I'm always tired but I stay up late
Don't even drive and I want a Range
Isn't that strange?
I don't like you, but care what you say
Got ten tattoos and I hate the pain
Never loved that man, but I still stayed
Isn't that strange? (That I can recognize this in myself?)
So isn't it strange? (That I don't feel to ever do better?)

Tonight I'm in this party (Party)
And everybody's drinkin' liquor
Thinkin' I know that this bill isn't on me
Yeah, they know, they know
That I would never let them pay
No matter what my bank account say
'Cause I don't wanna feel no way about it
I don't wanna give complaints about it ('Bout it), about it ('Bout it)
'Cause truth is, I would never come to a place like this (No)
There's a lot of other things that I miss, yeah, I miss, I miss
Goin' for a late night dance in a little unknown bar
Somewhere I don't need my cards with me
Somewhere I could have my mom with me (With me), with me

Say I love my ma, but I don't call her (Yeah)
Say I work hard, I could work harder (Yeah)
Say I'm always tired, but I stay up late
Don't even drive and I want a Range
Isn't that strange? (Isn't that strange? Haha)
I don't like you, but care what you say
Got ten tattoos and I hate the pain
Never loved that man but I still stayed
Isn't that strange? (That I can recognize this in myself?)
So isn't it strange? (That I don't feel to ever do better?)

Yeah, isn't it strange? Isn't it strange? Huh?
Bank account low, I just bought a Bottega
I don't like hate, so fuck a hater
Tell 'em I'm fine, I don't feel great
Say I'm on time and I show up late
Isn't that strange?
I don't like you, but care what you say
Need someone new, but I hate change
I love my city, but I ran away
Isn't that strange?
Isn't it? Isn't it strange, strange, strange?
Isn't it? Isn't it strange, strange?



Credits
Writer(s): Mahalia Burkmar, Daniel Traynor, Benjamin Hart
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