Napster / Without You

Okay yeah yeah
February 27th, here we go
I'm on a plane!

It's the big day, I feel like Chance the Rapper
This could be my downfall, this could be my prayers (ha)
Maybe I'll get married, maybe alopecia
Maybe I'll stop drinking, maybe I'll stop posing
Maybe I am Ke$ha or Taylor at the Grammys
You could call me Phoebe, I'm going on The Record
I'm going to my roots, I'm going to Korea
Some people say it's great, but I don't think they great
What was really eating Gilbert Grape?

Right now I'm on plane, and I am scared as fuck
Cuz I'm scared of planes and I probably gotta pee, fuck
And I'm next to the window, and I can't really pee
How you say it in Korean? Oh damn he Japanese

It's really awkward when you racist to your own people
At least the ones they beat you for and think you are
Like Drake is bi-racial, but he black
And Logic bi-racial, but he white

Makes sense to me but when I'm done explaining
I feel like the type of bi-racial with a white mom, know what I'm saying?

Thoughts are streaming like I am Napster
So much content, that no one is after
Ain't nobody care, so I beabadoo
Backpedal a little, I'm acting a fool

Basically I'm scared I'll lose my friends back in Paris
Much like half of New York don't be answering my textes
If I ever said you pretty, just know I have a crush
I'm respectful now, but I like keeping them bucks

Cuz from cleaning BnBs to service industries
I'm really lucky I got family I'd be

I'd be nothing
I'd be nothing
I'd be nothing
Nothing
Without you, I'm nothing
Without you, I'm nothing
Nothing

Without you, I'm nothing
Without you
Without you, I'm nothing
Without you, I'm nothing

Without you, I'm nothing at all
I'm no one to call
Alone and so lost
Can't find my third sock
I'm a drink on the rocks
I'm bitter as fuck
I don't know how to dress
I don't know how to walk
Don't know what fit to rock
My family got taste, and for that I thank God
Or maybe i thank Goude, I think I thank the dude
That said in us We Trust
That don't want his neighbors snuffed

I got someone to look to
When I am feeling mad fool
When I could never stay so poise
i always had a pick of choice

Blessed I always chose my batter
I went a lil coo-coo but ain't that ever mattered yuh
A hug and a band aid, some Yakult and some Japchae
I'm back on my tracks and I feel like I am Kanye

I always get excused, is it pretty privilege, confirmed it works for dudes
And when I don't get dues, i think its super rude, that's what make me a dude
Acting like a child make you lose a lot
That mighta been the toughest part
When I split my chest and left a piece my heart
With the one that got away, real far
Real far



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Writer(s): Théo Goude
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