PCH

I just wanna feel good Like I'm making great time, like I'm doing something right I, I just wanna feel alive But I don't wanna decide between that or you and I So I try to make the best of old regrets I plead the 5th, don't spill the chips The mood I'm in be boujee then Switch just like the beauty trends that pull me in You got me Falling, falling, falling, falling, falling Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling Closing, but I'm open when you want it Upset but I answer when you call me Me, me, me, yeah I get hung up On he's and she's and dudes and don't And birds and bees I burn my G's to keep the peace Last nigga you was trying to please you had him on his knees And that's not me kapish He wears Champions, I'm too cheap I don't wanna TLC, I don't wanna creep So I'm in Chaps like I'm Burts Bees Paid a lot of fees but I won't show you the receipts Take it off the lot and I don't even need a lease Go pick up a Goddess or God Take either or im odd Cupid that's my shoota like COD Help me to maneuver all the thots Help me to remember all the squad Never catch me lying, never crying No crocodile tears, just lacoste Play with me and there's no pushing pause Falling, falling, falling, falling, falling Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling Closing, but I'm open when you want it Upset but I answer when you call me Me, me, me, yeah You got me fallin' fallin'... fallin' Now it's get getting breezy outside, i'm wall to wallin' I'm tryna figure where that love go First met you blew me away like a snub nose Special place in my heart for you My heart the bullseye it's crazy you the dart thrower Hitting stores throwing shit up in the cart for you I was a "Simp" baby had me feeling Bart for you Bought for ya, Bought it for ya Know that money ain't the matter Know a check could never satisfy that chatter I don't need no ladder, no labor Climbin' for some favors Ridin' real smooth, know that we can savor I know I could never hate you But I know this ain't good relation You don't know what I been facing But the way you make me feel like You make me feel like Why you never hit my phone, signal come and go Why I'm losin' sleep at night, starin' at the lights Dial up the 419, figure i'll be fine Dial back in record time, gon' be a steeper fine Treat me like a stranger, Albert Camut Crumble up the paper, none of its new Gold... state... flyin' down the highway On my feed so I can't ignore ya AND i hate that you're my euphoria Got me bleedin' out in California And I hate it cause you're my euphoria Falling, falling, falling, falling, falling Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling Closing, but I'm open when you want it Upset but I answer when you call me Me, me, me, yeah