Category 5
I don't want to leave this room
Tell me bout it
Tell me what you want to do
Tell me bout it
Monsters they've been around me
Washed up, don't smell no downy
Lost on my back, I got snacks
I'm smacked, hidden in the county
Cut a few, then take it all
Going through a space and fall
When I snooze, my face dissolves
Face first, my pillow tall
When I close my eyelids
I go to another world
Far away from the fucking nonsense
Off the grid, grab my phone and hurl
My god it's like you my shinning pearl
Lemmi go tell my girl
I don't want to leave this room
Tell me bout it
Tell me what you want to do
Tell me bout it
I don't want to leave this room
Tell me bout it
Tell me what you want to do
Tell me bout it
Come where ima go
At the end, of the day shift
Counting sheep cause I was
Counting money till the day end
Thinking under cover
Burning rubber, ain't it spacious
Beaming cross the globe
And I ain't even need a space ship
If I get too stoned
Then ima turn into a cavemen
Surface level talking
Tell em meet me in the basement
I was watching us
They made a movie bout replacements
Ain't got much to say now
Only thing that I can think is
I don't want to leave this room
Tell me bout it
Tell me what you want to do
Tell me bout it
I don't want to leave this room
Tell me bout it
Tell me what you want to do
Tell me bout it
(Too early for all this)
Tell me bout it
Tell me what you want to do
Tell me bout it
Monsters they've been around me
Washed up, don't smell no downy
Lost on my back, I got snacks
I'm smacked, hidden in the county
Cut a few, then take it all
Going through a space and fall
When I snooze, my face dissolves
Face first, my pillow tall
When I close my eyelids
I go to another world
Far away from the fucking nonsense
Off the grid, grab my phone and hurl
My god it's like you my shinning pearl
Lemmi go tell my girl
I don't want to leave this room
Tell me bout it
Tell me what you want to do
Tell me bout it
I don't want to leave this room
Tell me bout it
Tell me what you want to do
Tell me bout it
Come where ima go
At the end, of the day shift
Counting sheep cause I was
Counting money till the day end
Thinking under cover
Burning rubber, ain't it spacious
Beaming cross the globe
And I ain't even need a space ship
If I get too stoned
Then ima turn into a cavemen
Surface level talking
Tell em meet me in the basement
I was watching us
They made a movie bout replacements
Ain't got much to say now
Only thing that I can think is
I don't want to leave this room
Tell me bout it
Tell me what you want to do
Tell me bout it
I don't want to leave this room
Tell me bout it
Tell me what you want to do
Tell me bout it
(Too early for all this)
Credits
Writer(s): Jordon Ahmad Dowdley, Myron Deval Armstrong
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