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I WAKE UP LATE MY HEADS IN HAZE
NOT SURE I’VE LEFT MY ROOM IN DAYS

MY MOTHER SAYS NOT HOW I WAS RAISED

DRY CLEANING FROM THE USUAL PLACE

COME BACK LATER I PROMISE OKAY

THEN I HIT THE STORE BUT DON’T HAVE THE SHADE

GUESS MY SKINS GOTTA BE WHAT WAS BORN ON MY FACE

EVERYTHINGS NOT A RACE

THIS YEAR THIS DAY THAT I WANT TO ERASE

I GO SIT IN A CAFE
GIRL NEXT TO ME BY THE WAY

WIFI IS SHIT AND A GENTLE HEADACHE

TEXT MY SISTER SHES A PIECE OF CAKE

I’LL BE ON HER COUCH AT THIS RATE

THE SUN IS SHARP AND MY EYES ARE RAYS

GET INTO MY CAR HYPERVENTILATE

THE BROWN BAG ON THE HIGHWAY

WINDOW DOWN, UP, MUSIC LOUD I SHAKE
I PULL OVER BY THE LAKE

THEY THINK IM SANE BUT DOWN I LAY

GOOGLE OVER STIMULATE

I’M IN MY CAR I’M IN MY PAIN

SOB IN CHUNKS LIKE GIRLS YOU HATE