FEAR OF MISSING OUT

[Chorus] Mac to your face no make up I don't do dates just break up Check on your head no paystub Least ten bands tryna pay up Big Time Rush I don't ever come dolo I could turn your hoodie to a polo Talk to these deads like Coco Flashback shawty I don't do no photos [Verse 1] Make the room stink like Elvis, bad ass bitch putting dick in her pelvis I could never die for a bitch like Keem but I stay underground no velvet Taking these samples bitch I'm Costco, I don't think the label can sell this The shit been hot since I copped this K lil nigga I ain't talking bout Kelvin Check my temperature nigga Been had Steam like developers nigga Pop like a Funko, you can hear the drum roll, shit ain't irregular nigga Talking bout a god complex, how the fuck do I seem so secular nigga Every song that I make just a way I can say that I really been better than niggas Stretch this shit like Luffy Sword in her throat think Zoro might sue me I can make a Bill no Cosby, stop me Top of of the building no roofie You niggas all B-sides I can hit the rewind You can get dropped like a loosie Trapping out the backstreets, running like a track meet Need a JT like Uzi [Chorus] Mac to your face no make up I don't do dates just break up Check on your head no paystub Least ten bands tryna pay up Big Time Rush I don't ever come dolo I could turn your hoodie to a polo Talk to these deads like Coco Flashback shawty I don't do no photos [Post-Chorus] Uh, uh, fucking this bitch for the promo Uh, uh, her friends giving out that FOMO Uh, uh, hail mary put her in the endzone Uh, uh, now park right back in the friendzone Uh, uh, fucking this bitch for the promo Uh, uh, her friends giving out that FOMO Uh, uh, hail mary put her in the endzone Uh, uh, now park right back in the friendzone [Bridge] Think I'm missing out Fear of missing out Think I'm missing now Think I'm missing out Fear of missing out Think I'm missing now Who gon miss you now Who gon miss you now [Verse 2] I ain't had no sleep in the 'burbs So I might as well sleep in a hearse Motherfuckers wanna creep and coerce I had to bring back sin to the church You don't gotta look far, no search Been right here waiting on my turn Too many lessons they made me learn Drove me crazy until you swerved Stuck in the burg tryna make a way out of it Too many verms and the bitches stay counterfeit Don't say a word better keep my name out of it Tried to charge up but I just couldn't power it Waste of my time, wasting my life Gave up this peace for a piece of my mind Phone going off and they hitting my line Been tryna leave all you fuckers behind Got too much stress going through it every night So don't even ask what I'm doing tonight Too many people you ruin the vibe And lately I'm feeling too human to cry I went up this mountain like Sisyphus I carried this weight no coincidence Since I said goodbye to my innocence I'm living inside of this dissonance [Refrain] Who gon miss you now? Who gon miss you now? Who gon miss you now? Who gon miss you now? [Outro: Donald Glover] I think most people are afraid They're afraid to do- I'm not saying everybody's like an artist or a creative But everybody has something that they find joy in figuring it out Or like they find joy in the way they do it But people gotta eat, its scary to do that So its harder to distinguish really what makes you you