[ Featuring Spencer ]
Hey
Maybe we can holiday
Go to some place many miles away
Get a big ol' fix of dopamine
Cause I need to enjoy those minor things
My head is way too loud, let me out
So baby, I've been grindin' for some time
And pieces falling, it's paralyzing
I gotta get out of my hell, I think I've had enough
So I've been grindin
So baby, go pack them bags, I gotta go
Problems in my head
Never present till it's
Late in bed
Petrified, sinking in cement
With the moonlight hittin' on the ceiling fan
Feelin' like I can't escape
Will I break out, am I not that great
Would they miss me if I ran away
Should I switch out my license plate
Yeah, foot on the floor on the interstate
Maybe I can find my way to a better day
Maybe it's the world around me collapsing
Maybe it's confidence I'm lacking
Overindulge in all the vices
To mock that inner satisfaction
Yeah, it's the things that I take And the places that I wanna go
Trapped in love, life, work, and studio
I've been grindin' for some time
And pieces falling, it's paralyzing
I gotta get out of my hell, I think I've had enough
So I've been grindin
So baby, go pack them bags, I gotta go
Nobody knows
Nobody showed
I left the lights on but nobody's home
On the road, had to double the dose of that script
Cause it ain't hitting like they supposed to
Gotta know when to leave it alone And exist in a world where they don't control you
Cause I've been grinding so hard, need a mouth guard
All my dogs made of paper like we out of South Park
Always got the upper hand like I count cards
Tryna rain on my parade and make the clouds part
All this overthinking drives me crazy
I gotta get out of my head
Tryna make ends meet, before I meet my maker, and work myself to death
So baby, I've been grindin' for some time
And pieces falling, it's paralyzing
I gotta get out of my hell, I think I've had enough
So I've been grindin
So baby, go pack them bags, I gotta go
