Bubbles

Baby got a mind like a rubik cube,

Mine shaped the same, except my tiles all navy blue,

Now I freak when I see red, so she try to solve me

But the other side's all gloomy too.

Get at it like a surgeon, digging at the grooves,

Trying to find meaning, all she find was platitudes,

My attitude problematic, I'm aware, but dude,

Sometimes your permutation plain ****in rude.

Not long ago, the vibe was tropical,

Now we cold, trippin on some cold-ass latitudes,

Three lives till the boss level,

Bitch these 8-bit tricks don't long stay magical,

You reach for reset faster than the news,

Who do I blame except my untrustworthy screws?

It's all good, homie, you do what you gotta do,

But let me take the hook, cuz you don't know the ****in' blues.

Hook:

I sing you all the songs of my life, but don't sing along, baby (You don't know the ****in blues)

I tell you every day, every night, but don't come along, baby (You don't know the ****in blues)

She don't want me back, cuz I'm wack,

Every time I redial, reconnect, I attack,

Baby please, cut me some slack,

What the ****'s to derail? There's no train on the track.

(There’s no train on the track?)

I mean, instead of showing me

How all this shit could be all understanding and pretty,

And then throw it under the bus, now it's 2x petty,

Girl, instead of that lean, douse me in kerosene.

And flick the ****in match off my shreds,

Like you flicked the memory off the side of the bed,

Singing "Bye Bye Boka, guess you lost it again"

"27, stupid, said goodbye to your friends, huh?"

Let's stop for a sec, and unpretend

That we both was in love with concepts in our heads,

Nothing I say or do could be remedial

If you jumping ship the second this shit is inconvenient.

Hook:

I sing you all the songs of my life, but don't sing along, baby (You don't know the ****in blues)

I tell you every day, every night, but don't come along, baby (You don't know the ****in blues)

You got me this lump in my throat, we will never get along (You don't know the ****in blues)

I’m going back to my old grind, so don't come along

You don’t know that shit. (x8)

Ey doctor!

You better go Eternal Sunshine on my ass (like)

I don't want no more ****in trouble.

I just wanna blow some ****in bubbles,

Ya feel?