Checkmate
Somedays I'm lost for real, I don't know how to feel
I get lost in my mind but I never waste my time
I'm sick of the nine to five, get in my car and drive
With my fingers in the air, fuck y'all for real
Somedays I'm lost for real, I don't know how to feel
I get lost in my mind but I never waste my time
I'm sick of the nine to five, get in my car and drive
With my fingers in the air, fuck y'all for real
I was meant to be great I know
I hope you're ready for the show
You can kiss my ass while I drive
Fuck your nine to five
She might've broke my heart
But I found a flight out the dark
I'm back and here to stay bitch
Get the fuck out of my way
I'm here to take whats mine baby
Don't waste my time, one day
You'll see me on the stage
Coachella's press page
Now my ex's get to press play
It was not a chess game
Mmm, checkmate
Mmm, checkmate
Somedays I'm lost for real, I don't know how to feel
I get lost in my mind but I never waste my time
I'm sick of the nine to five, get in my car and drive
With my fingers in the air, fuck y'all for real
Somedays I'm lost for real, I don't know how to feel
I get lost in my mind but I never waste my time
I'm sick of the nine to five, get in my car and drive
With my fingers in the air, fuck y'all for real
I get lost in my mind but I never waste my time
I'm sick of the nine to five, get in my car and drive
With my fingers in the air, fuck y'all for real
Somedays I'm lost for real, I don't know how to feel
I get lost in my mind but I never waste my time
I'm sick of the nine to five, get in my car and drive
With my fingers in the air, fuck y'all for real
I was meant to be great I know
I hope you're ready for the show
You can kiss my ass while I drive
Fuck your nine to five
She might've broke my heart
But I found a flight out the dark
I'm back and here to stay bitch
Get the fuck out of my way
I'm here to take whats mine baby
Don't waste my time, one day
You'll see me on the stage
Coachella's press page
Now my ex's get to press play
It was not a chess game
Mmm, checkmate
Mmm, checkmate
Somedays I'm lost for real, I don't know how to feel
I get lost in my mind but I never waste my time
I'm sick of the nine to five, get in my car and drive
With my fingers in the air, fuck y'all for real
Somedays I'm lost for real, I don't know how to feel
I get lost in my mind but I never waste my time
I'm sick of the nine to five, get in my car and drive
With my fingers in the air, fuck y'all for real
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Writer(s): Matthew Schmidt
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