All my friends breaking up, 'cause we all want new shit
Seeing y'all all tired of minutiae
Anna seems like she's about to get married
And even she's unsure of their future
And we all got our excuses
Got me digging through my wounds, breaking sutures
Like "so that's why I'm afraid of giving you my all"
She's like, "great, what does that have to do with me"
And the city's too small, see your ex everywhere
But I know we could never do shit (But she's cute though)
And the spring only brought me allergies, I ain't feel nothing blooming
She texted me "I'm glad we're both over it"
You have to know closure wouldn't sound like that
I'm probably going nowhere fast, but that's fine, man, I think I like this cul-de-sac, ay
It's becoming clear that none of y'all know what you're doing
I think this is the first time I've liked uncertainty
Keep saying we're young, but I've always felt the urgency
Mitchell said he heard my shit, it was a lot of girl stuff on your tape
Yeah, I guess writing that shit is my forte nowadays
You can read it how you want
Just know I'm lost in a good way
Do you believe in all the things that you feel
I pull back 'cause I'm afraid of the real
We settled down, realized we still want our youth
You wanna fit me but there's just room for you
Gotta let my friends make their mistakes
Who am I to tell you to not smoke?
When I'm afraid of labels far as you and I go
And I'm terrified you'll ask me to put you in my posts
Always looking fresh but they got me in suit and tie mode (And I'm terrified you'll ask me to put you in my posts)
Who am I though, version 9, young and getting money
On the way up to my prime, still an optimist or something
23, all my friends scattered, but they sit all in my pocket which I think is getting fatter
God, we don't talk enough
All my friends started smoking socially
On a date, she's got a carton blowing smoke at me
Amanda looks for wedding rings on every bloke she meets
Everyone I meet from the city's feeling over it
J and E aren't alone, but they're long distance
I've been there, Boston's a long way from Texas
And they're further from convincing their SOs to move their mess over to live with
And give up everything, and the woman always seems to
We broke up, but you got in all your dream schools
You applied to to be with me, what a bad idea, the one thing that we agree
I always was Manhattan over Brooklyn, I only looked it
Your man had to show up stunting
I'm lost in a good way
Probably going nowhere fast, I was wrong, man, I really like the cul-de-sac, ay
I like women with an edge, seems they've only got it if they've been cut first
Think this is the first time I've liked uncertainty
Keep saying that we're young, but I've always felt the urgency
He went home, so now it's just us, 3 beers
And sexual tension from 2015
Funny shit seems, to always circle back in this city (Back, back!)
Are we really different after the shit we've been through?
Do you believe in all the things that you feel
I pull back 'cause I'm afraid of the real
We settled down, realized we still want our youth
You wanna fit me but there's just room for you
Gotta let my friends make their mistakes
Who am I to tell you to not smoke?
When I'm afraid of labels far as you and I go
And I'm terrified you'll ask me to put you in my posts
Always looking fresh but they got me in suit and tie mode (And I'm terrified you'll ask me to put you in my posts)
Who am I though, version 9, young and getting money
On the way up to my prime, still an optimist or something
23, all my friends scattered, but they sit all in my pocket which I think is getting fatter
God, we don't talk enough
Got brothers I don't see outside of Fat Buddha, I'm just never lit enough
Five years, five years, you and your girl threw it away for B-school, damn, that's giving up
Only thing I'm giving up is not giving a f*ck
First time in a while I haven't been in it for love
Nowadays I only sometimes sip 'til I'm drunk
With these hangovers, can't get 15 of them up
And we sold out, pissed in a cup
All our first lives finishing up, when had you first thought that this could be us?
Got less time for our original loves
A graying man in Tiffany cuffs said he'll be at this company 20 years in a month
I'm tired of girls texting their exes
Lying next to me in bed, and that's 2 in a row
I called her out, she left, then my ex texted
Guess this is 23, mix of the new and the old
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All my friends breaking up, 'cause we all want new shit
Seeing y'all all tired of minutiae
Anna seems like she's about to get married
And even she's unsure of their future
And we all got our excuses
Got me digging through my wounds, breaking sutures
Like "so that's why I'm afraid of giving you my all"
She's like, "great, what does that have to do with me"
And the city's too small, see your ex everywhere
But I know we could never do shit (But she's cute though)
And the spring only brought me allergies, I ain't feel nothing blooming
She texted me "I'm glad we're both over it"
You have to know closure wouldn't sound like that
I'm probably going nowhere fast, but that's fine, man, I think I like this cul-de-sac, ay
It's becoming clear that none of y'all know what you're doing
I think this is the first time I've liked uncertainty
Keep saying we're young, but I've always felt the urgency
Mitchell said he heard my shit, it was a lot of girl stuff on your tape
Yeah, I guess writing that shit is my forte nowadays
You can read it how you want
Just know I'm lost in a good way
Do you believe in all the things that you feel
I pull back 'cause I'm afraid of the real
We settled down, realized we still want our youth
You wanna fit me but there's just room for you
Gotta let my friends make their mistakes
Who am I to tell you to not smoke?
When I'm afraid of labels far as you and I go
And I'm terrified you'll ask me to put you in my posts
Always looking fresh but they got me in suit and tie mode (And I'm terrified you'll ask me to put you in my posts)
Who am I though, version 9, young and getting money
On the way up to my prime, still an optimist or something
23, all my friends scattered, but they sit all in my pocket which I think is getting fatter
God, we don't talk enough
All my friends started smoking socially
On a date, she's got a carton blowing smoke at me
Amanda looks for wedding rings on every bloke she meets
Everyone I meet from the city's feeling over it
J and E aren't alone, but they're long distance
I've been there, Boston's a long way from Texas
And they're further from convincing their SOs to move their mess over to live with
And give up everything, and the woman always seems to
We broke up, but you got in all your dream schools
You applied to to be with me, what a bad idea, the one thing that we agree
I always was Manhattan over Brooklyn, I only looked it
Your man had to show up stunting
I'm lost in a good way
Probably going nowhere fast, I was wrong, man, I really like the cul-de-sac, ay
I like women with an edge, seems they've only got it if they've been cut first
Think this is the first time I've liked uncertainty
Keep saying that we're young, but I've always felt the urgency
He went home, so now it's just us, 3 beers
And sexual tension from 2015
Funny shit seems, to always circle back in this city (Back, back!)
Are we really different after the shit we've been through?
Do you believe in all the things that you feel
I pull back 'cause I'm afraid of the real
We settled down, realized we still want our youth
You wanna fit me but there's just room for you
Gotta let my friends make their mistakes
Who am I to tell you to not smoke?
When I'm afraid of labels far as you and I go
And I'm terrified you'll ask me to put you in my posts
Always looking fresh but they got me in suit and tie mode (And I'm terrified you'll ask me to put you in my posts)
Who am I though, version 9, young and getting money
On the way up to my prime, still an optimist or something
23, all my friends scattered, but they sit all in my pocket which I think is getting fatter
God, we don't talk enough
Got brothers I don't see outside of Fat Buddha, I'm just never lit enough
Five years, five years, you and your girl threw it away for B-school, damn, that's giving up
Only thing I'm giving up is not giving a f*ck
First time in a while I haven't been in it for love
Nowadays I only sometimes sip 'til I'm drunk
With these hangovers, can't get 15 of them up
And we sold out, pissed in a cup
All our first lives finishing up, when had you first thought that this could be us?
Got less time for our original loves
A graying man in Tiffany cuffs said he'll be at this company 20 years in a month
I'm tired of girls texting their exes
Lying next to me in bed, and that's 2 in a row
I called her out, she left, then my ex texted
Guess this is 23, mix of the new and the old
Seeing y'all all tired of minutiae
Anna seems like she's about to get married
And even she's unsure of their future
And we all got our excuses
Got me digging through my wounds, breaking sutures
Like "so that's why I'm afraid of giving you my all"
She's like, "great, what does that have to do with me"
And the city's too small, see your ex everywhere
But I know we could never do shit (But she's cute though)
And the spring only brought me allergies, I ain't feel nothing blooming
She texted me "I'm glad we're both over it"
You have to know closure wouldn't sound like that
I'm probably going nowhere fast, but that's fine, man, I think I like this cul-de-sac, ay
It's becoming clear that none of y'all know what you're doing
I think this is the first time I've liked uncertainty
Keep saying we're young, but I've always felt the urgency
Mitchell said he heard my shit, it was a lot of girl stuff on your tape
Yeah, I guess writing that shit is my forte nowadays
You can read it how you want
Just know I'm lost in a good way
Do you believe in all the things that you feel
I pull back 'cause I'm afraid of the real
We settled down, realized we still want our youth
You wanna fit me but there's just room for you
Gotta let my friends make their mistakes
Who am I to tell you to not smoke?
When I'm afraid of labels far as you and I go
And I'm terrified you'll ask me to put you in my posts
Always looking fresh but they got me in suit and tie mode (And I'm terrified you'll ask me to put you in my posts)
Who am I though, version 9, young and getting money
On the way up to my prime, still an optimist or something
23, all my friends scattered, but they sit all in my pocket which I think is getting fatter
God, we don't talk enough
All my friends started smoking socially
On a date, she's got a carton blowing smoke at me
Amanda looks for wedding rings on every bloke she meets
Everyone I meet from the city's feeling over it
J and E aren't alone, but they're long distance
I've been there, Boston's a long way from Texas
And they're further from convincing their SOs to move their mess over to live with
And give up everything, and the woman always seems to
We broke up, but you got in all your dream schools
You applied to to be with me, what a bad idea, the one thing that we agree
I always was Manhattan over Brooklyn, I only looked it
Your man had to show up stunting
I'm lost in a good way
Probably going nowhere fast, I was wrong, man, I really like the cul-de-sac, ay
I like women with an edge, seems they've only got it if they've been cut first
Think this is the first time I've liked uncertainty
Keep saying that we're young, but I've always felt the urgency
He went home, so now it's just us, 3 beers
And sexual tension from 2015
Funny shit seems, to always circle back in this city (Back, back!)
Are we really different after the shit we've been through?
Do you believe in all the things that you feel
I pull back 'cause I'm afraid of the real
We settled down, realized we still want our youth
You wanna fit me but there's just room for you
Gotta let my friends make their mistakes
Who am I to tell you to not smoke?
When I'm afraid of labels far as you and I go
And I'm terrified you'll ask me to put you in my posts
Always looking fresh but they got me in suit and tie mode (And I'm terrified you'll ask me to put you in my posts)
Who am I though, version 9, young and getting money
On the way up to my prime, still an optimist or something
23, all my friends scattered, but they sit all in my pocket which I think is getting fatter
God, we don't talk enough
Got brothers I don't see outside of Fat Buddha, I'm just never lit enough
Five years, five years, you and your girl threw it away for B-school, damn, that's giving up
Only thing I'm giving up is not giving a f*ck
First time in a while I haven't been in it for love
Nowadays I only sometimes sip 'til I'm drunk
With these hangovers, can't get 15 of them up
And we sold out, pissed in a cup
All our first lives finishing up, when had you first thought that this could be us?
Got less time for our original loves
A graying man in Tiffany cuffs said he'll be at this company 20 years in a month
I'm tired of girls texting their exes
Lying next to me in bed, and that's 2 in a row
I called her out, she left, then my ex texted
Guess this is 23, mix of the new and the old
Writer: Tianlang Shan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, TIANLANG SHAN
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, TIANLANG SHAN