FaceTime (feat. Samuel T. Herring)

Ready to die, it's no biggie

No suprise, no pity

Lived a couple lives, g'head and slide

Hope I take a couple with me

Made a couple dollars, it got tricky quickly

What you expect?

Play stupid games, you flying easy jet

Brataslava to Utrecht

Something felt off before I even left

So when I saw the missed calls, I knew what was next

Didn't have to open the texts

Stupid prizes, couples therapy on Zoom

It's a trainwreck

My evil eye ward off hex though, facetime declined

I'm tryna live in the moment like death row

The sun set in the desert, red glow

Redness in the West, I sip Mexico's best slow

Mezcal negroni, sitting atop the corral smoking

Watching 'Unbroken' wild ponies run wild at sundown

Only the lonely, big tree like a sundial

Continental breakfast, stick and weave, tuck and roll

I can't take you with me, but I'll be on your phone

You can take it out, anytime you wanna know, where I been gone

Another night in Texas, feels like weeks on the road

Piss in Mississippi, stopped in New Mexico

I ain't seen my folks

Strangely I feel right at home

On my own

Three oboes, one clarinet

Black rainbows, the night wet

The room smell like Marrakesh

Dubstep drift in the window

I sit at the desk

It's a party outside

Some half

Some overdressed

They was going off during Playboi Carti set

Now they in the halls, partying

Checking they phones

Bass shake the walls

I'm smoking alone in a cardigan

Thinking of home

The cannabis single-origin, waffle cone

Went back down to the bar again

Wig blown

Afterparty packed like parliament

Ass cheeks and cheekbones

Lips slightly parted

Butter wouldn't melt

I gave her margarine

I'm looking like the help

Or someone who just wandered in

The vibe is animal pelts, chunky rings, clunky shoes

Lots of ink

Dudes who order everybody's drink

Really I'm just waiting for my phone to ping

I'm thinking about you

When I'm supposed to thinking about other things

I don't go to sleep

I tread water till I sink

Continental breakfast, stick and weave, tuck and roll

I can't take you with me, but I'll be on your phone

You can take it out, anytime you wanna know, where I been gone

Another night in Texas, feels like weeks on the road

Piss in Mississippi, stopped in New Mexico

I ain't seen my folks

Strangely I feel right at home

On my own

On my own

On my own

On my own