Modern Day Suicide (No Drums)

Back in the ends

Back in the ends again

Foul stuff

Showing your face again

You told me you'll never leave

Back in the ends, and girl, I'm solo

Whatcha tryna do?

Yeah, yeah

Under–

Understand where I'm coming from

You went somewhere far and now you're coming home

Truth is I know

I don't help your paranoia

Hold up, smoke this

Girl, I've got that California

Slowly riding by, just you and I, through the night

'Cause the thought of riding high is modern day suicide

So precise, places you touching me are so precise

Pulling me back just like the ocean tide

Doesn't make sense to me, the way that you're touching me, baby

So precise, places you touching me are so precise

Pulling me back just like the ocean tide

Doesn't make sense to me, the way that you're touching me, baby

Mad for what?

You used to be nonchalant, girl, you're falling off

Even the slightest thing get you fired up

But baby, the sweetest thing is you always

Under–

Understand where I'm coming from

You went somewhere far and now you're coming home

Truth is I know

I don't help your paranoia

Hold up, smoke this

Girl, I've got that California

Slowly riding by, just you and I, through the night

'Cause the thought of riding high is modern day suicide

So precise, places you touching me are so precise

Pulling me back just like the ocean tide

Doesn't make sense to me, the way that you're touching me, baby