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[Chorus: JOBA] Walk up to my car, like Got it from my dad, like And I'm missing all his calls Try and call on God Walk up to my car, like (woo-hoo-hoo) Got it from my dad, like (woo-hoo-hoo) And I'm missing all his calls (woo-hoo-hoo) Try and call on God (woo-hoo-hoo) [Post-Chorus: Kevin Abstract] (Ever since I saw you) Oh, God, where You at? (Say-say-say-say it with me now) Oh, God, where You at? [Verse: Kevin Abstract] Change ain't shit but eviction notices I hope you notice how short this poem is I'm still wondering where I'm going with this I miss the days where my mom was pawning shit Now I gotta figure out how to get ya (You heard me? Know what I'm talkin' about?) Now I gotta figure out how to treat ya good (Mmm) Hollywood changed me maybe, this chain ain't phase me I wish I could call up Prince like, "Bruh, I don't know what I'm doing" Yeah I wanna be famous, but I'm scared I won't make it 'Cause I hate when you're changing And my skin ain't tough, it's just ashy and rough From the scars I picked up, when the stars ain't pick up I hiccup, I look up, I lose friends who lose trust Sorry, Mom, for telling the world you wasn't good enough [Chorus: JOBA] Walk up to my car, like Got it from my dad, like And I'm missing all his calls Try and call on God Walk up to my car, like (woo-hoo-hoo) Got it from my dad, like (woo-hoo-hoo) And I'm missing all his calls (woo-hoo-hoo) Try and call on God (woo-hoo-hoo) [Outro: Thom Yorke, Dave Fanning] "Well I- I was having that conversation with my daughter yesterday who's 3. Because, um- she- well her and her brother were arguing between whether I was a pop star or a rock star." (Laughter) "What's the result?" "Well I'd have to verge toward the rock star, because as Noah said: "If you're a pop star you have to do all this weird stuff that you have you to do. That's not daddy, daddy wouldn't do that." "No."