The Bathhouse

November came in October

Spilled red wine on my carpet

Spur of the moment, no Tottenham

Got a baggy shirt like Timmy

And plenty bobby pins, no Whitney

My hair long, I've been living

Got good at minding my business

But still ain't good at following through

(Following through)

And red roses in the windowsill remind me everything's good

But I guess good ain't good enough for you

Unless it's jumping through hoops

And you got the beard on defense

You my best kept secret

Let's not leave it to chance

And I still ain't got a plan

And I still think about you

(I still think about you)

And I think you think about me too

That's why you on my Netflix plan

And you still watch the same two shows

That's why you call me on my birthday

Birthday

That's why I still ain't change my number

Of all these missed calls

There's only one I miss

(Of all these missed calls, there's only one I miss)

Of all these missed calls

We just copped us an office space

We just hired a couple interns

Fell asleep while I was at the wheel

And when I woke up, it was my turn

Got butterflies on our waverunner's

Fifty-one on the state signs

Caught a charge right before summer

But a Model X my getaway car

Marcus Ryan with the pole vault

Green lighters on the space shuttle

Always said to keep the circle small

Me, I can't relate because I hate huddles

I don't even see the point in teams

As a spectator I make more money

And sometimes

A no from someone can be the best way

To get to know somebody

But goddamn

Cause I still ain't got a plan

And I still think about you

(I still think about you)

And I think you think about me too

That's why you on my Netflix plan

And you still watch the same two shows

That's why you call me on my birthday

Birthday

That's why I still ain't change my number

Of all these missed calls

(Of all these missed calls)

I know it's been a while

Can count on you to remind me

Been over this before

Know exactly where to find me

Ain't turned no pro tools on

All summer long

No I ain't done much

I ain't done much of nothing

(No, I ain't done much, no, I ain't done much, no, I ain't done much)

And we ain't 20 no more

Well how old you is?

Shit we ain't twenty no more

No more, no more

Is doing nothing, doing nothing wrong?

Cause I think that we could do better

And nowadays

They play sad songs so the drive lasts for like ever

Same roadblocks with caution tape

And saline drips

So maybe you can feel something

Cause sometimes a bad feeling override

That one feeling where you feel nothing

Need a reboot

Same shades on when the sun come out

Cause the rays somehow got my funds burned out

Twenty-five, think I need a tongue ring

Still get paid on my days off

That right there means something

Still get hate all day long

And that right there means nothing

And I still ain't good at drunk texts

And my mom still pack my lunches

Step-dad work on the lake house

Stay up all night for the sunset

And wake up, for the love of God

Where can I find phourthelove at?

Think I made it to the other things

And I ain't too sure where to go next

And I been sitting at the cool table

And that shit ain't that cool, dawg

And if you think the truth hurts, well

That shit ain't that true, dawg

Nothing worse than being lied to

And ain't no one better at the shit than me

But when I looked at all the shit I had

I never needed 2017

Expedited with the weekly singles

Conversations over getting by

I only ever put out anything

Hoping maybe after, I could quit my job

And by the time it was my birthday

That shit felt like the worst day

Probation over dumb shit

Cause snitching ain't in my wordplay

And I got shit that I'll always carry

'Til my stomping ground is in a cemetery

Talk about how well, the old me changed

And my new skin thick like Halle Berry

Face all into your iPhone 10

While you're facing away from the things you cherish

And look both ways

Cause the truth nowadays

Gon' change like the clothes on your back you wearing

And modern-day success stories

Involve someone that still got both their parents

And black kids in America

Considered lucky if they outlive their parents

And meanwhile, all the white kids

Reminding everyone that they ain't their parents

And me, well

I've been struggling to find inspiration like it ain't apparent why

(Why, why)

Welcome to The Bathhouse

Said welcome to The Bathhouse

Leave your shoes at the door