Peekaboo

I smile at everyone that I see, my granny’s gone

I’m losing everybody, resting in peace

Them odies piling like the wars you're fleeing, people in the streets

It feels like miracles only exist in your dreams

I told you the media made to keep you quiet you sheep

You questioned everything—the paradigm, you questioned the screens

You're making profits, reinvesting, planting million seeds

So make your mark and do it all for your community’s reach

You studied algebra, spelling bees, mastered your speech

You hate the cameras, photographic memory heat

To reach your maximum, solitude, live and achieve

I’ll make a packaged lunch—vegetables, fruit, and some weed

“I just wanna be me, I wanna be me

I wanna be great at being me with my little cult following

And I just want to, I just wanna catch a vibe

With the people that love me, that’s it bro”

You’re from the ghetto, I’m from the burbs

You like stilettos, I like to splurge

Not on your level, 'cause you prefer the one who hurts

Monogamy now, but we're arguing—love is free

Started awkwardly, oh! You look like you lost some weight

Crashing like a Bandicoot, clapping my hands for you

Pass the food, hmm, that smells nice

Que sera, what will be, changing jobs, smoke your weed

Pray to God, you’re low-key

I’m in love with you, come and rendezvous

Comfortable, comfortable? How I make you feel?

Fingers point at you, duck and, peekaboo

Started school, daughters walking, move

I was eighteen, daydreams, eyes on me, pressure

Make believe, lending everyone money

Dangerous strangers showing up, showing love

I hate your guts x2

Desensitised, you fed me lies

Two wrongs don’t make it ever right, look