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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."