Peekaboo

I smile at everyone that I see, my granny's gone
I'm losing everybody, resting in peace
Them bodies piling like the wars you're fleeing, people in the streets
It feels like miracles only exist in your dreams
I told you the media made to keep you quiet you sheep
You questioned everything—the paradigm, you questioned the screens
You're making profits, reinvesting, planting million seeds
So make your mark and do it all for your community's reach

You studied algebra, spelling bees, mastered your speech
You hate the cameras, photographic memory heat
To reach your maximum, solitude, live and achieve
I'll make a packaged lunch—vegetables, fruit, and some weed

I just wanna be me, I wanna be me
I wanna be great at being me with my little cult following
And I just want to, I just wanna catch a vibe
With the people that love me, that's it bro

You're from the ghetto, I'm from the burbs
You like stilettos, I like to splurge
Not on your level, 'cause you prefer the one who hurts
Monogamy now, but we're arguing—love is free
Started awkwardly, oh! You look like you lost some weight
Crashing like a Bandicoot, clapping my hands for you
Pass the food, hmm, that smells nice
Que sera, what will be, changing jobs, smoke your weed
Pray to God, you're low-key

I'm in love with you, come and rendezvous
Comfortable, comfortable? How I make you feel?
Fingers point at you, duck and peekaboo
Started school, daughters walking, move
I was eighteen, daydreams, eyes on me, pressure
Make believe, lending everyone money
Dangerous strangers showing up, showing love
I hate your guts

I'm in love with you, come and rendezvous
Comfortable, comfortable? How I make you feel?
Fingers point at you, duck and peekaboo
Started school, daughters walking, move
I was eighteen, daydreams, eyes on me, pressure
Make believe, lending everyone money
Dangerous strangers showing up, showing love
I hate your guts

Two wrongs don't make it ever right, look