Sunday

I know it don't seem difficult to hit you up
 But you not passionate about half the shit that you into, and I ain't havin' it
 And we both know that I don't mean to offend you, I'm just focused today
 And I don't know why it's difficult to admit that I miss you
 And I don't know why we argue, and I just hope that you listen
 And if I hurt you I'm sorry, the music makes me dismissive
 When I'm awake I'm just driftin', I'm not complainin'
 It's just to say that I stay pretty busy, lately
 And I could be misbehaving, I just hang with my niggas
 I'm fuckin' famous if you forgot, I'm faithful
 Despite all my what's in my face and my pocket, and this is painfully honest
 And when I say it I vomit, on cloudy days when I'm salty
 I play the hate to the laundry
 State to state for the profit, it ain't a stain on me, nigga
 My momma raised me a prophet, I play for dollar incentive
 And where I'm walking, it's studded, and half-retarded I stumble
 To where she park when she visit, I grab the bottle and chug it
 I see the car in the distance, I know the dark isn't coming
 For the moment (for the moment)
 If I could hold it (if I could hold it)
 You see, you see, it seems that
 All my dreams got dimmer when I stopped smoking pot
 Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
 And loving you is a little different, I don't like you a lot
 You see, it seems like, um
 I'm coming back I gotta handle business
 Vanish to my sleepers see, left you at terminal 3
 I'll meet you down at baggage claim in a couple weeks, a fortnight
 When you parade my homecoming, don't cry
 You know I can't live in any place I visit
 To live and die in L.A.
 I got my Fleetwood Mac, I could get high every day
 But I'd be sleepy, OCD and paranoid, so
 Give me Bali beach, no molly, please
 Palm, no marijuana trees
 Your hickeys on my aorta
 And tattoos you could only see
 When I'm playing surfboarder
 Put whiskey in that salt water, I emptied every canteen
 Just to wear that straight edge varsity you think's cool
 They thought me soft in high school
 Thank God I'm jagged
 Forgot you don't like it rough
 I mean, he called me a faggot
 I was just calling his bluff
 I mean, how anal am I gon' be when I'm aiming my gun?
 And why's his mug all bloody? That was a three-on-one
 Standing ovation and Staples
 I got my Grammy's and gold
 Polka dots on my Brit
 I'm not supposed to be stunting
 It's all melodic this song
 I catch this vibe in my sleep
 But I'm just jet-lagged is all
 And restless
 All my dreams got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
 Nightmares became more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
 Loving you's a little different, I don't like you a lot
 I mean, fuck
 I don't know what we're about
 What good is West Coast weather if you're bi-polar?
 If I'ma need this sweater, I'd rather be where it's cold
 Where it snows, I see how it goes
 I put the flowers in bowls
 I know they're coming in droves
 You'll only miss when it goes
 (Yeah, I think that's it)
 When it goes...
 
 I know it don't seem difficult to hit you up
 But you not passionate about half the shit that you into, and I ain't havin' it
 And we both know that I don't mean to offend you, I'm just focused today
 And I don't know why it's difficult to admit that I miss you
 And I don't know why we argue, and I just hope that you listen
 And if I hurt you I'm sorry, the music makes me dismissive
 When I'm awake I'm just driftin', I'm not complainin'
 It's just to say that I stay pretty busy, lately
 And I could be misbehaving, I just hang with my niggas
 I'm fuckin' famous if you forgot, I'm faithful
 Despite all my what's in my face and my pocket, and this is painfully honest
 And when I say it I vomit, on cloudy days when I'm salty
 I play the hate to the laundry
 State to state for the profit, it ain't a stain on me, nigga
 My momma raised me a prophet, I play for dollar incentive
 And where I'm walking, it's studded, and half-retarded I stumble
 To where she park when she visit, I grab the bottle and chug it
 I see the car in the distance, I know the dark isn't coming
 For the moment (for the moment)
 If I could hold it (if I could hold it)
 You see, you see, it seems that
 All my dreams got dimmer when I stopped smoking pot
 Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
 And loving you is a little different, I don't like you a lot
 You see, it seems like, um
 I'm coming back I gotta handle business
 Vanish to my sleepers see, left you at terminal 3
 I'll meet you down at baggage claim in a couple weeks, a fortnight
 When you parade my homecoming, don't cry
 You know I can't live in any place I visit
 To live and die in L.A.
 I got my Fleetwood Mac, I could get high every day
 But I'd be sleepy, OCD and paranoid, so
 Give me Bali beach, no molly, please
 Palm, no marijuana trees
 Your hickeys on my aorta
 And tattoos you could only see
 When I'm playing surfboarder
 Put whiskey in that salt water, I emptied every canteen
 Just to wear that straight edge varsity you think's cool
 They thought me soft in high school
 Thank God I'm jagged
 Forgot you don't like it rough
 I mean, he called me a faggot
 I was just calling his bluff
 I mean, how anal am I gon' be when I'm aiming my gun?
 And why's his mug all bloody? That was a three-on-one
 Standing ovation and Staples
 I got my Grammy's and gold
 Polka dots on my Brit
 I'm not supposed to be stunting
 It's all melodic this song
 I catch this vibe in my sleep
 But I'm just jet-lagged is all
 And restless
 All my dreams got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
 Nightmares became more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
 Loving you's a little different, I don't like you a lot
 I mean, fuck
 I don't know what we're about
 What good is West Coast weather if you're bi-polar?
 If I'ma need this sweater, I'd rather be where it's cold
 Where it snows, I see how it goes
 I put the flowers in bowls
 I know they're coming in droves
 You'll only miss when it goes
 (Yeah, I think that's it)
 When it goes...
 
 I know it don't seem difficult to hit you up
 But you not passionate about half the shit that you into, and I ain't havin' it
 And we both know that I don't mean to offend you, I'm just focused today
 And I don't know why it's difficult to admit that I miss you
 And I don't know why we argue, and I just hope that you listen
 And if I hurt you I'm sorry, the music makes me dismissive
 When I'm awake I'm just driftin', I'm not complainin'
 It's just to say that I stay pretty busy, lately
 And I could be misbehaving, I just hang with my niggas
 I'm fuckin' famous if you forgot, I'm faithful
 Despite all my what's in my face and my pocket, and this is painfully honest
 And when I say it I vomit, on cloudy days when I'm salty
 I play the hate to the laundry
 State to state for the profit, it ain't a stain on me, nigga
 My momma raised me a prophet, I play for dollar incentive
 And where I'm walking, it's studded, and half-retarded I stumble
 To where she park when she visit, I grab the bottle and chug it
 I see the car in the distance, I know the dark isn't coming
 For the moment (for the moment)
 If I could hold it (if I could hold it)
 You see, you see, it seems that
 All my dreams got dimmer when I stopped smoking pot
 Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
 And loving you is a little different, I don't like you a lot
 You see, it seems like, um
 I'm coming back I gotta handle business
 Vanish to my sleepers see, left you at terminal 3
 I'll meet you down at baggage claim in a couple weeks, a fortnight
 When you parade my homecoming, don't cry
 You know I can't live in any place I visit
 To live and die in L.A.
 I got my Fleetwood Mac, I could get high every day
 But I'd be sleepy, OCD and paranoid, so
 Give me Bali beach, no molly, please
 Palm, no marijuana trees
 Your hickeys on my aorta
 And tattoos you could only see
 When I'm playing surfboarder
 Put whiskey in that salt water, I emptied every canteen
 Just to wear that straight edge varsity you think's cool
 They thought me soft in high school
 Thank God I'm jagged
 Forgot you don't like it rough
 I mean, he called me a faggot
 I was just calling his bluff
 I mean, how anal am I gon' be when I'm aiming my gun?
 And why's his mug all bloody? That was a three-on-one
 Standing ovation and Staples
 I got my Grammy's and gold
 Polka dots on my Brit
 I'm not supposed to be stunting
 It's all melodic this song
 I catch this vibe in my sleep
 But I'm just jet-lagged is all
 And restless
 All my dreams got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
 Nightmares became more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
 Loving you's a little different, I don't like you a lot
 I mean, fuck
 I don't know what we're about
 What good is West Coast weather if you're bi-polar?
 If I'ma need this sweater, I'd rather be where it's cold
 Where it snows, I see how it goes
 I put the flowers in bowls
 I know they're coming in droves
 You'll only miss when it goes
 (Yeah, I think that's it)
 When it goes...
 
 I know it don't seem difficult to hit you up
 But you not passionate about half the shit that you into, and I ain't havin' it
 And we both know that I don't mean to offend you, I'm just focused today
 And I don't know why it's difficult to admit that I miss you
 And I don't know why we argue, and I just hope that you listen
 And if I hurt you I'm sorry, the music makes me dismissive
 When I'm awake I'm just driftin', I'm not complainin'
 It's just to say that I stay pretty busy, lately
 And I could be misbehaving, I just hang with my niggas
 I'm fuckin' famous if you forgot, I'm faithful
 Despite all my what's in my face and my pocket, and this is painfully honest
 And when I say it I vomit, on cloudy days when I'm salty
 I play the hate to the laundry
 State to state for the profit, it ain't a stain on me, nigga
 My momma raised me a prophet, I play for dollar incentive
 And where I'm walking, it's studded, and half-retarded I stumble
 To where she park when she visit, I grab the bottle and chug it
 I see the car in the distance, I know the dark isn't coming
 For the moment (for the moment)
 If I could hold it (if I could hold it)
 You see, you see, it seems that
 All my dreams got dimmer when I stopped smoking pot
 Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
 And loving you is a little different, I don't like you a lot
 You see, it seems like, um
 I'm coming back I gotta handle business
 Vanish to my sleepers see, left you at terminal 3
 I'll meet you down at baggage claim in a couple weeks, a fortnight
 When you parade my homecoming, don't cry
 You know I can't live in any place I visit
 To live and die in L.A.
 I got my Fleetwood Mac, I could get high every day
 But I'd be sleepy, OCD and paranoid, so
 Give me Bali beach, no molly, please
 Palm, no marijuana trees
 Your hickeys on my aorta
 And tattoos you could only see
 When I'm playing surfboarder
 Put whiskey in that salt water, I emptied every canteen
 Just to wear that straight edge varsity you think's cool
 They thought me soft in high school
 Thank God I'm jagged
 Forgot you don't like it rough
 I mean, he called me a faggot
 I was just calling his bluff
 I mean, how anal am I gon' be when I'm aiming my gun?
 And why's his mug all bloody? That was a three-on-one
 Standing ovation and Staples
 I got my Grammy's and gold
 Polka dots on my Brit
 I'm not supposed to be stunting
 It's all melodic this song
 I catch this vibe in my sleep
 But I'm just jet-lagged is all
 And restless
 All my dreams got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
 Nightmares became more vivid when I stopped smoking pot
 Loving you's a little different, I don't like you a lot
 I mean, fuck
 I don't know what we're about
 What good is West Coast weather if you're bi-polar?
 If I'ma need this sweater, I'd rather be where it's cold
 Where it snows, I see how it goes
 I put the flowers in bowls
 I know they're coming in droves
 You'll only miss when it goes
 (Yeah, I think that's it)
 When it goes...