[Verse 1: Just]
Four walls, bottom-bunk, one-mic and a laptop
Chillin’, on a Friday night
I mean shit, I’m always doing this on friday nights
Leave LEDs to light my life, right?
Little lies just like, I like my life, psych
Oddly enough, nowadays I do
Days so long that one feels like two
I don’t feel like me, it don’t mean like you
I’m numb, you tellin’ me that I feel like who, huh?
Flows comin’ in like rainy days
I could flow like this for like, eighty days
I need Cedez-pay, in some crazy ways
So that eyy-day I’ll cop eighty Jay’s
Ah-God damn
This is so not me
Critics say I’m “too monotone
Too scared to change for the microphone”
But I might go Mike on this Microphone
Is that Jordan, is that Jackson?
Is that Mr. Myers, you sick-fuck!?
Oh you slick to change for this quick buck
It brings great girls with a big—ugh
Set of assets, and some asses that don’t need glasses
Don’t gass ‘em while transitioning classes
You and I both know you ain’t even passing
God-dammit, I got
A lot in my phone, a lot less in my mind
No, a lot in my mind, a lot less in my phone
Way more like a cell, a lot less like a home
Not much like a gun, still reaching for chrome
Chrome colored-iPhone, kill a n***a for sure
Deputy badge killing n***as way more
No help for the rich just by killing the poor
They’re tailing me for retail, look what I got in store , goddamn

[Bridge: Just]
Don’t text that one girl too much
‘Cause she will come back
You do not want that
I can’t say much
‘Cause she might hear this
That’s why I cannot open up on tracks-but wait

[Verse 2; Just]
Yeah
I’ve been thinkin’ bout tomorrow, since yesteday
Ain’t it kinda weird, how everytime I meet up with this girl
It feels like shes only kinda here
And kinda there, then she’s always gone
My mind is clear
Her hi’s are fair, and then bye she’s gone
Sometimes I don’t know what flight she’s on
Sometimes I can’t tell what fight we on...

[Voicemail: ???]
Hey, um, I thought of you last night
And it was kind of weird, 'cause you kinda just crept into my sleep, and you kissed me one last time
One morning, I kinda just, left
I know this is sudden, but, that dream kinda got to me
I don't know why I left, and, I fucked up
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[Outro: Just]
What if she didn't fuck up?
You know, like, what would that sound like if it was me fucking up? Hm...