Traffic

[Intro]

Uh, uh

[Verse]

I'm getting cold sweats in my room

It ain't occur to me, I got some catching up to do

And don't forgive me or you're screwed

Walk on your back like I was tryna raise a mummy, Doom

I don't wanna make it

I have some traits that wouldn't work if I was really famous

I do not leave my house at night for food, I think it's dangerous

If I were stabbed or killed or trafficked, that'd really suck (But)

My dad gets paid to fire people, he brings the notice to the door

The swinger of the hammer, my father, he is not the source

We gotta makе a living, life ain't easy to afford

Aired by a boy, I guеss I'm—

You still miss your ex, I could be your next one

I could be a fun one, I might get you hexed

Speak about myself a lot, that's how I connect

Wanna pay my people living check to check to check

I hope they—

And I hope ma' hears it too

Ex-friends in their twenties fuck me over out the blue

Said I'm doing better, I'm still screaming at the roof

Still the mediator, ain't no time to be confused

My advice to anyone in my position

You never gotta listen, fuck that girl, be glad you didn't

I miss when things weren't this way

I'm molded by the minute

I'm colder by the minute

I'm losing faith in minutes