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Oh, listen up Young man, is a, is a, young man He writes stories He's a writer, little writer boy He falls in love with the girl, girl already has a boyfriend She kinda loves him back, but not really They're just really good friends And that's fine, he understands, it's rational Hi, what's your name? How are you? How's your life? Oh, you got a man? Are you in love? If so, what type? Is it just platonic, strictly just as friends? Or the type that ties you two together, 'til tomorrow's end? If it is, disregard everytime I call you pretty, though It's meant sincerely, it's just my imagination drifting Brush me off, like the dirt on Jay-Z's shoulders So, I fall to the ground, collect myself And get ready to take over your heart Or at least your spare time And I love the thought of being with you Or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone Hey, the second one's way sadder than the first one, but I don't know I love the thought of being with you (woo) Or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone The second one's way sadder than the first one, but I don't know We should go and get a freakin' cup of coffee And I'll act friendly And I won't pull any stunts But I'm a little stunt puller from birth So I don't know what to tell you if I try to confess my love for Scones I just want to say somethin' real quick, please shh-sh, listen I love these scones Just the diversity between the selection they have here The blueberry, the rasberry, the strawberry, pumpkin Which is basically a freakin' squash How do you make a scone out of a freakin' squash? Oh, where, oh, where, oh, that shit blows my mind That's Elon Musk, just in his lil' lab cookin' up, baby But what were you talking about? Oh yeah, your boyfriend made you mad the other day? What was he saying? Oh, what do I think? Hmm, he was being mean at that part-point? But I'm sure he's gonna turn around at some point as well, and I love the thought of being with you Or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone The second one's way sadder than the first one, but I don't know I love the thought of being with you (Woo) Or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone, shit Uhh, I love being, haha I love being loved, but don't like crying on the phone Hi, what's up? Yeah, what's going on? Oh, yeah, she told me a lot about you Yeah, uh-huh It's so great you're doing all of those things You should keep doing all of them, I think Oh yeah, my name is Hobo Johnson People like to say I'm a rapper I'm actually not I produced this myself I'm hella fuckin' proud, of it But, yeah, she like, she was so nice She was so nice and cared about me No one else did, literally I don't think I've ever felt love before that She's a peach, scone She's a peach scone Yes And I love the thought of being with her I just really hope that she doesn't get hurt, you know? They say it takes two years to come back Down to Earth from that Lovely place that you've been, I heard it's so nice Good for you guys, I'm glad (Being so alone) And if you find someone who loves you for who you are Keep lovin' 'em, man 'Cause that shit happens like once in a lifetime, ya know? And who am I to get in the way of someone Living their lifetime? Ya know, and hope you're doing really well Haven't talked to you in a while But uh, I found someone else who really loves me for who I am But I don't call them enough, and that's why they moved away I'm gonna call 'em right now She wants me to call her Okay, bye
Writer(s): Frank Jorge Lopes Jr., Derek Lynch, David Baez-lopez, Jordan Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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