[Intro: Dominic Fike]
You got room in your phone for one more distraction
Wonderful times
Time is moving too slow for me to distract you
I need to get back to you
[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
All my friends, all my dawgs that I got back home
We would look up at the sky, we was 10 years old
I'm my brother's keeper, let these demons show
Southern blood run deep so that genius grow
From the trees I hang, so low way go
Bands awake us from a slumber, yeah, dawg, I know
These petty motherfuckers don't know 'bout Big Moe
Rest in peace my nigga Luke, this a test of shit for sure
My brother Chris put me on and I will never take that from him
No matter how many times he called me "faggot" in the morning
Best thing 'bout being Mormon was seeing the white boy storm
And it's not my fault I like y'all, can't really explain it
Became the hood's favorite, I'm not ever a main bitch
My nigga, I'm just like SZA, they listen so I deliver
They found out my name was Clifford, I hide it, sometimes I'm lying
I'm tired of fucking crying and hiding behind a dummy, can I?
[Chorus: Jack Antonoff]
I feel like crumbling
And I feel like crumbling
And I feel like crumbling outside of your window
You got room in your phone for one more distraction
Wonderful times
Time is moving too slow for me to distract you
I need to get back to you
[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
All my friends, all my dawgs that I got back home
We would look up at the sky, we was 10 years old
I'm my brother's keeper, let these demons show
Southern blood run deep so that genius grow
From the trees I hang, so low way go
Bands awake us from a slumber, yeah, dawg, I know
These petty motherfuckers don't know 'bout Big Moe
Rest in peace my nigga Luke, this a test of shit for sure
My brother Chris put me on and I will never take that from him
No matter how many times he called me "faggot" in the morning
Best thing 'bout being Mormon was seeing the white boy storm
And it's not my fault I like y'all, can't really explain it
Became the hood's favorite, I'm not ever a main bitch
My nigga, I'm just like SZA, they listen so I deliver
They found out my name was Clifford, I hide it, sometimes I'm lying
I'm tired of fucking crying and hiding behind a dummy, can I?
[Chorus: Jack Antonoff]
I feel like crumbling
And I feel like crumbling
And I feel like crumbling outside of your window
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