Well Jesus Christ
He ain't nothin' to me, but I'm whole
I'll never ask why
But I'll hit you up with how come
And I'm kind
But I'm definitely an asshole
And I'm weird
But I'm laid back and easy going
And I can't relax
But I am relaxed
And I can't be true
But I am to you
I think you're full of shit
But I'll fight for your right to be so (Full of shit)
I won't condescend
But I'll look a little down my nose
And I try
To be one of these things and not both
But that's life
For sure, but who knows?
And I can't relax
But I am relaxed
And I can't be true
But I am to you
No, I don't know
But I know I know nothing
No, I don't know
But I know I know nothing
No, I don't know
But I know I know nothing
'Cause I'm riding through the city with the top down
Chillin' to the sound of my brain exploding
Never quite here, never quite there
But then at this size, both are happening
No, I don't know
But I know I know nothing
No, I don't know
But I know I know nothing
No, I don't know
But I know I know nothing
And I can't relax
But I am relaxed
And I can't be true
But I am to you
And I can't relax
But I am relaxed
And I can't be true
But I am to you