Two Weeks, Pt. 1 [Bedroom LIVE Recording] Perry Maysun

[Intro]
Got pink hair, just so you could see me through the night air, half across the world, but baby promise you I’m still here
Mysterious as capsules in my pockets causing nightmares
Stuck inside my mind, but I think I could make a life here

[Verse 1]
No, don’t wanna think no more because it fuck me up
Kettle for the day and keep the dussé 'fore the sun come up
Reminiscing 'bout the old days, when I was 12 or some
Old days? Fuck I’m talking 'bout' like I ain’t still young
Nuisance, work the register know you got coupons, but you can’t save no time up in this life so we just move on
Thirty dollar bottle, cheap vacations at my fathers crib
I fuck her, then she walk right out the door, we never speak again

[Verse 2]
Court side, watch the Knicks on TV and it feel like it, but I ain’t copped a ticket for the game because my pockets drid
See you on the Jumbotron while you looking back at me and, miss when you held on my hand, Joel to your Clem but we can’t
Wake up you sleeping again
Please grab your paper and pen
Write how you love all my sins
Where in the fuck have you been?
Don’t tell me you outta love just tell me you hate me instead
Everything remind me of your eyes and it fill me with dread

[Verse 3]
Watch me make a world inside this motherfuckering bedroom
I'ma show you what this big dumb ass head do
Diamond the heart on my hand, emotions is wrapped in Saran
Wake up you sleeping again, wake up you sleeping again
Everything is existential, God do I even exist?
Why do I even exist?
Somebody taking the piss
Fill a cup with vodka and some OJ to cope with my shit
Hold on we all gonna live, one day we all gonna live
Woke up last night, it was in my dreams
In a cold swear tryna figure out what we gon’ be
I guess I was hopin' you would come and look through the window
You could throw rocks at my window, I’ll climb down the fire escape, give you a kiss on your face, tell you I'm sorry I'm late
Yeah, I’m sorry I’m late
Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry I’m late