[ Featuring G-Eazy ]
She don't hit me up anymore, no
Things that were fun just ain't fun anymore, no
Six in the morning, I know I should go home
But I'm
High as f*ck and the clock's screaming tick-tock
Girls in the suburbs singing Smiths songs
I know that it's wrong
I don't know what I'm doin', but
Baby one day it'll all make sense (Oh)
Baby one day it'll all make sense (Oh)
Baby one day it'll all make sense
But I just don't know when
And it feels like the end
And all of my friends
Said
That I should get my mind off of the wrong things
I should probably tear off all my heart strings
You can't pull them no more (you know? ayy) No
Baby one day it'll all make sense
Ayy, yeah
Six A.M. on Persian rugs
It's just me and her on drugs
We dip, we just had to swerve the clubs
Paranoid, all on our own
We just tryna be alone
We don't ever feel alone
'Cause people always watchin', yeah
Know this feels apocalyptic
People, they could not predict it
They just bein' optimistic, f*ck 'em (f*ck 'em) yeah
Listenin' to the Pixies 'til we drunk off all this whiskey
Now we lay here, and it's only you and I
Where we go from here?
F*ck it, life's so sinful, this what I'm into
If you don't understand, maybe I'm mental
I know I'm crazy, yeah, ayy
You don't know what I been through
That text that I sent you, might have been drunk
But that message, I meant 'em
Just got deleted, should have said the real shit
To be continued, ayy
I got a little water bottle full of whiskey
Oh you lookin' pretty like a model, you should kiss me
You so cool with your drugs and your ripped jeans
I'm with you, but you ain't with me, no, no
Baby one day it'll all make sense
But I just don't know when
And it feels like the end
And all of my friends, said
That I should get my mind off of the wrong things
I should probably tear off all my heart strings
You can't pull them no more
