Introvert CHRIST DILLINGER

I wrote this song on the Fourth of July
I’m not even gonna lie, I was more than a lil high
Thinkin’ bout shit that I wish I woulda did
Places I shoulda went, hoes I shoulda hit
Pull up to the party, pay 20 to walk in
In twenty minutes I’ll be walkin’ through them doors again
Ain’t tryna meet new friends that turn into loose ends
Once the bottle is finished and there ain’t no money to spend
I hate small talk, so why I let ya run ya mouth?
These the Boosie Prada shoes cause I barely pull em’ out
Now the music too loud so to talk we gotta shout
I been forgot what the fuck we was talking about
Who else go out and thеn just wanna go home?
It’s not that I don’t like you, I just wanna be alonе
So, excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed
Sincerely yours, another anti-social pessimist

It’s not that I don’t like you, I’d just rather be by myself
And if I had to, I’d rather be with you than anyone else
It’s not that I don’t like you, I’d just rather be by myself
And if I had to, I’d rather be with you than anyone else

I don’t like shit so I don’t go outside
Cut off my dick so you can’t dick ride
These mothafuckas don’t even care about themselves
So how the fuck they gonna care about someone else?
Tell me what y’all got here that I ain’t got at home
In that small sanctuary that I call my own
I do my dreaming and my scheming
As I lie awake and pray
I do my crying and my sighing
As I laugh at yesterday
You might say I’m missin out
I give a fuck about what you gotta say
Never belonged here anyway
Because I am my tomorrow just like I am my today
And if a nigga ask me why well all I gotta say