[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)
[Bridge: 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
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)
[Bridge: 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
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