Intuition, Potholes, Prefix - Dear John lyrics
[Intuition, Potholes, Prefix - Dear John lyrics]
Look, lazy me, I know we had a fun run
But complacency is coming undone
You're out of season, me and
My people trying to come up
No longer relying on that dumb luck
Yup
Son of a gun, baby bullet blough
Itchy finger on the trigger I'mma pull it now
Shoot some stars down, make room for pals
Because waiting wasn't worth it so
We rules it out
Like
Hi and goodbye, depression
I'll probably miss you
And all the fun things that we been through
Like sleeping through tough times
Me and just you as if the gray days might
Be gone after this snooze
I got some shit news, you're no longer needed
I found something better to believe in
His name is Lee and he's pretty
Good at being there for me
And I regret to inform you that
You'll probably never meet him
Huh negativity, you're fun to talk shit with
But God damn it gets a bit ridiculous
High horse in a glass house
No room to nit pick you're why people end up
With their wrists slit
Tsk, tsk
Mix the Bisquick flatter than the landscape
Or your man's face during
All these fake handshakes
Kicked you out the crew and I can't wait
I'm sick of you being sick of
Circumstances trying to damn fate
Stubbornness you probably won't listen
Too busy thinking everybody's got no vision
That's low living, closed doors no openin'
Sometimes you gotta play the game
You're not coachin' it
Got no business
Start taking advice
And stop betting on yourself when
You're shaking the dice
Stop being such a dick when
You're breaking the ice
You got some wise friends, let them in
Make them your life
And promiscuity he got a lot of love to give
And the ladies seem to like it
When they're snuggled under him
But the numbers is getting kind of cumbersome
One track mind shows in every
Other hug you give
I think you're just seeking validation
Trying to fill some void you can't
Without a gal to lay in
Manipulate affection cause you don't know
How to gain it
But, you'd make better connections if
You learned about patience
Jealousy, it's time to stop freaking out
About what other folks are doing
You should be seeking out
A route that works for you cause
Even just a meek amount
Of doubt within yourself can lead
To never being proud
And success is all relative
Being upset about your relevance is not
Worth the hell it gives
I got a feeling that my heaven await's
So I'mma better myself like
It's never to late
But complacency is coming undone
You're out of season, me and
My people trying to come up
No longer relying on that dumb luck
Yup
Son of a gun, baby bullet blough
Itchy finger on the trigger I'mma pull it now
Shoot some stars down, make room for pals
Because waiting wasn't worth it so
We rules it out
Like
Hi and goodbye, depression
I'll probably miss you
And all the fun things that we been through
Like sleeping through tough times
Me and just you as if the gray days might
Be gone after this snooze
I got some shit news, you're no longer needed
I found something better to believe in
His name is Lee and he's pretty
Good at being there for me
And I regret to inform you that
You'll probably never meet him
Huh negativity, you're fun to talk shit with
But God damn it gets a bit ridiculous
High horse in a glass house
No room to nit pick you're why people end up
With their wrists slit
Tsk, tsk
Mix the Bisquick flatter than the landscape
Or your man's face during
All these fake handshakes
Kicked you out the crew and I can't wait
I'm sick of you being sick of
Circumstances trying to damn fate
Stubbornness you probably won't listen
Too busy thinking everybody's got no vision
That's low living, closed doors no openin'
Sometimes you gotta play the game
You're not coachin' it
Got no business
Start taking advice
And stop betting on yourself when
You're shaking the dice
Stop being such a dick when
You're breaking the ice
You got some wise friends, let them in
Make them your life
And promiscuity he got a lot of love to give
And the ladies seem to like it
When they're snuggled under him
But the numbers is getting kind of cumbersome
One track mind shows in every
Other hug you give
I think you're just seeking validation
Trying to fill some void you can't
Without a gal to lay in
Manipulate affection cause you don't know
How to gain it
But, you'd make better connections if
You learned about patience
Jealousy, it's time to stop freaking out
About what other folks are doing
You should be seeking out
A route that works for you cause
Even just a meek amount
Of doubt within yourself can lead
To never being proud
And success is all relative
Being upset about your relevance is not
Worth the hell it gives
I got a feeling that my heaven await's
So I'mma better myself like
It's never to late