[Verse 1] Man, she’s so gorgeous! Pretty face and a nice waistline I'mma waste time tryna get you to my place. I Need another taste; a dollop of your mind Please find it in your heart to be kind (to me... please) Yo, she loves those self-portraits That she's taking on her phone, she's at home in her skin I should forfeit Forced it. Horse shit. I ain't going down without a fight, not tonight, not for you, too important More spit. She be making moves and I'm just making music Now she's got my heart in the longer run I'm losing Pulse fading quick and this defibrillator’s useless How am I supposed to live when she ain't tryna use it Ruthless, woman on a mission no excuses Ghoulish like the way she moving after two sips Fools trip so I guess I'm qualified as foolish Swoon, dip, fall and I ain't getting up to do shit [Verse 2] But is this really what I wanted Shutting off my phone; personality I'm flaunting She don't notice me but if she did she see me fawning Over her. From over here (hurr) I overheard her concerns Thinking bout the time that she's spending in the venue All of this while I'm just tryna pitch what's on my menu She don't wanna spend another second thinkin' bout it Said she'd rather be in school instead of wasting her time In here! It’s clear this Woman is typically fearless But in the moment she's pondering whatever's bothering her And her peers are lit Drunk, fading away She want a dance, she needed space This is the chance, everything that I envisioned Was suddenly falling in place Hey, cool. Let me assess all the tools that I'm all ready to use First I'll amuse her then I'll confuse her Talm bout all that I'm ready to do... for her Closer and closer I get As I approach her the more I forget What I was tryna say now I'm staring at her face Lost and amazed "Hey, do you remember the day... That I first told you the name You had attracted the gaze And I gave you the keys to the gate Part of me drifted away and a Part of me wanted to stay But all of me followed the wave that You been riding and oh, by the way [Refrain] I used to ask you questions over tumblr (over tumblr) And you'd ignore 'em all because I didn't ball (didn’t ball, no no) So when I'm rich and famous I ain't changing numbers (I ain’t changing numbers) I hope you got it I'll be waiting on the call, baby I used to ask you questions over tumblr And you'd ignore 'em all because I didn't ball So when I'm rich and famous I ain't changing numbers I hope you got it I'll be waiting on the call, baby

[Verse 1] I’m not a human, though And every rhyme I write is a funeral For me at least. Decency is so unusual Today especially. I woke up with her next to me The text she reads says “sorry, I left” (yeah, yeah) But what they don't know is what you don't share Is likely everything you want to talk about but won't air And the line between what you love and what you hate is fragile and protected But I’m bound to find it out and when it's found you need to (check it) Correction, you need to break it down and rebuild ‘Cause honestly I shouldn't tell how the words make you feel And if you're feeling that's fine. If you're not… take a second My test scores are up on blackboard, I'm bout to (check it) I passed. Hip hip hooray I'm so excited for this grade you see it in my face But really this is meaningless and now I'm meaning less I feel I could scream from lack of sleep and all the stress (yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Yo, I really miss my uncle. He was there when I was born My mom, she called me Nate and from his name is where it's torn It's kinda like a wedding: something old, something new Something borrowed like the name, something blue like my mood. He passed when I was starting to become the stupid rapper With a swag that's sorta dapper who would never touch a pack of bud Pack or even pass a blunt. Ask me and I'm packing up. And that's the sh… (he’s going crazy! What the hell is wrong with that g-z I mean, typically I'm passive when it comes to certain woes But he was like my dad and so it's more than “so it goes” Yo, he'll never get to know anything I've ever wrote When it rains in my soul I know that it truly ... snows [Verse 3] Death is special I suppose. Without we're morose and with it we’re mourning those That we lost to a bullet, to disease, to the wreckage Depression comes second. Don't believe me? Go and (check it) Motivation drains and the pain feels sharper Help is there making you upset and feels harder To accept. You're reality is nothing like it was before And therefore you're barely here But you are… yo, make the most of it. It's tough to keep running when the bends keep coming right at you Buckle up, ‘cause when you're mourning it don't matter if it's morning Noon or night, the ride is always really shitty...