Staaay (feat. Alexa Prus)

I can't stay

Know I always gotta go

Playin' house, this ain't a home with my soul on the road

I can't stay

Know I always gotta go

Playin' house, this ain't a home with my soul on the road

I can't sit still for a minute, I'm so deadset on indifference

Keep it Charlie, stay down with them Dickens

Let's get around like it's the '80s

Right 'round, let's keep spinnin'

Let's keep playin' these games that we don't wanna finish

And I'm sorry if that sounds a bit bitter, but I am to the core

You want the whole damn thing, then you askin' for more

You want that old jive swing, you take up all of the floor

I'm fine with standing at the edge of the door

You be the life of the party (I blend in with decor)

You drinkin' all the Bacardi ('Til the bottle's no more)

Let's take it back 'fore this started (Doin' better before)

You want the love, I don't got it (Got my soul on the road)

You screamin', "Stay" (Stay)

Baby, please don't go (Please don't go)

Don't think it's in me to listen to foe (Oh, oh, ayy, ayy)

It's so different with distance we roam

And the zones where nothing could hurt anymore

I just wish I was home when I step through front door

But instead, I'm alone and completely unsure

And even though you're screamin' out with the best of intentions

I don't get it, but why do you always got to ask me to

Stay

Why you always gotta go?

Playin' house, this ain't a home with your soul on the road

Stay

Why you always gotta go?

Playin' house, this ain't a home with your soul on the road

See, I've been lost in my thoughts

And my thoughts, they too obscure to usher off

Sorry, ma, I just thought you were my world

Now you're not, and I'm just sittin' smokin', sloping in a daze

'Cause my days ain't been the same I drove your ass away

I remember the way you wrote letters in blue ink

You knew I was in love, don't give a fuck what your crew think

And your moms probably think I'm a bastard

Your pops probably wanna beat my ass to death

And take a piss in my casket

But I got sick of fightin', bickerin', fussin' over nothin'

Cussin', instead of fuckin'

Watchin' the death of discussions that we once had

Days that we once spent in the backseats of our car

We them poets at sunset

It's funny how love can fall out the foreground

And get pushed into the back of your mind

We used to twist a spliff and laugh and relax

And know you cryin', and I'm tryin' to find the reasons

So I ask, this forever ever happened?

Or is it always fade to black?

I can't stay

Know I always gotta go

Playin' house, this ain't a home with my soul on the road

I can't stay

Know I always gotta go

Playin' house, this ain't a home with my soul on the road