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Everybody think that they know me I just want a house in Hawaii I just wanna surf like, all day I don't wanna cry 'bout nothing Let my phone die so no one call me All these fucking people try to call me now But don't ask me how I'm feeling, got me so down I don't wanna worry 'bout my bank account Spend a hundred thousand like, okay Make that shit back in like, three days Haven't left the house in like, three days Haven't hit my friends in like, three days Haven't been online in like, three days Haven't even spoke in like, three days You ain't called me back, what's the delay? Still the same phone, no names saved Keep it on silent, hate the vibrate Flight in the morning out to Norway Use the miles from tour for the upgrade Snowfall out the window, eating pancakes Airbnb like $3K Hit a rave where I don't know the DJ Only pull up to the show if it's AA Only pull up to the show if I play Been anxious since my drive got erased Time away from work? Can't relate "Where you live now?" I don't even have a place Travel so much, living out a suitcase Only ever buy the mini toothpaste No home for like, six months straight Staying with the homies don't feel great Sleep on the floor at JFK
Writer(s): Chet Porter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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