Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain Moonlight makes me dizzy Sunlight makes me clean Your light is the sweetest thing That this boy has ever seen I got a friend in Fremont He sells used cars, ya know Well, he calls me up twice a year Just ask me how'd

You just want what you can't have I'll call the cops If you don't stop, I'll call your dad And I hate to do this to you on your birthday Happy birthday by the way "It's not you, it's me" and all that other bullshit You know that's bullshit Don'tcha',

Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Think he got a chance with a bitch like me He ain't rich enough, rich enough (No) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap I

And I'm backwater blues done call me to pack my things And go and I'm backwater blues done call me to pack my things Said when it rains five days and skies turn dark as night I woke up this mornin', can't even get out of my door When it thunders and

They keep me up all night Let me get this straight, do you want me here? As I struggle through each and every year And all these demons, they keep me up all night Everyone wants to call it all around our life with a better name Everyone falls and spins

I've been living in my anxiety Face flushed down this train again Somebody, call a doctor, better call the doctor Chasing problems in my head Everybody says that I'm losing my shit I should calm down, but you know I can't quit Yeah, yeah, yeah I woke up

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder I turned the TV off, to turn it on again

This is the final boarding call for flight 1259 Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis Damn G the spot's gettin' hot So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot? Police looking at niggas through a microscope In L.A. everybody and

All I do is bounce in my low low Getting called this nigga out the solo Got the burner in the low low Damn nigga, there go po po Pops used to have the low low I was little in a low low You know I got it for the low low You know I get it for the low low

(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart (Seek me) for comfort (Call me) for solace (Seek me, call me, I'll be waiting) This distance This disillusion I cling to memories While falling