It's never too late to figure shit out

I've been spinnin' around

Got my head in the clouds

And I know there's some way out

Commas

Somethings come down on us

Thomas, they've put a crown on us

Staring at clocks waiting for a full stop

Like we've been doing too much

But we're not doing a lot

This shit's taking too long

Yeah, got me writing new songs (and shit)

This should be for album 2, now it's for album 1

Hope when I hop on a stage

There's people singing along

It's never too late to figure shit out

I've been spinning around

Got my head in the clouds

And I know there's some way out

It's never late to figure shit out

I'm tripping on some other shit

No, I ain't gettin' high now

I'm thinking about what I'm thinking about

Keeps sticking around

When I'm focused on some other shit

No, you're not on my mind now

I'm tripping on some other shit

No, I ain't gettin' high now

I'm thinking about what I'm thinking about

Keeps sticking around

Focused on some other shit

No, you're not on my mind now

Ash and dust, sweep me up

No, you don't wanna keep me up (late)

Don't fill my cup, wake me up (no)

I don't wanna see me that way

When I'm stuck, wish me luck

Time's kind till the skies are grey

So I'll fill it up with commas

Write a few more Lanas

Hoping every track on this will compensate

(Ok)

I'm not doing great (you could say)

I feel away (you could say)

I'm figuring I'm bigger I was yesterday (just that)

When I say Ok

This is what I'm saying

Paradise looks different through a windowpane

I'm tripping on some other shit

No, I ain't getting high now

I'm thinking about what I'm thinking about

Keeps sticking around (when I'm)

Focused on some other shit

No, you're not on my mind now