Don't take it personal
Some days I need time alone
To clear my head on my own
It's just so much going on
Things get so heavy
Even conversation's too much to hold
What Drake say?
I'm really too young to be feeling this old
Convo short like Uzi Vert
I'm a little introvert, mm mm
I don't like to talk too much
You gotta excuse my nerves, mm mm
I don't like to talk too much
Unless I got something for a verse, mm mm
They be saying they be in the field
I be on my own little turf, mm mm
Never let my guard down first
I ain't getting hurt no sirski
Feeling blue, like Tsu Surf
Battling a Devil, New Jersey
Skeletons in my closet wrinkling all my shirts, g
You grow what you water
So I keep negativity thirsty
You calling me phony talking I ain't never hit your jack
Last time I checked, phone work two ways in fact
And I ain't got no missed calls with your name on that
Fifty-Nine Fifty that's all cap
That's the type of shit make me not wanna call
Back
September, October, November, ima fall back
Incense, light dimmer, joint lit up with a salt bath
Currently I'm Keenan and Kel, I'm with all that, mmm
And when I'm feeling low with nothing else to do
Chop down that apple tree, I'm Indica Badu
I feel like I'm Tyrone, take a hit I'm in my zone
You wanna play them games but you can't use my phone
Don't take it personal
Some days I need time alone
To clear my head on my own
It's just so much going on
Things get so heavy
Even conversation's too much to hold
What Drake say?
I'm really too young to be feeling this old
You calling me phony talking I ain't never hit your jack
Last time I checked, phone work two ways in fact
And I ain't got no missed calls with your name on that
Fifty-Nine Fifty that's all cap
That's the type of shit make me not wanna call
Back
September, October, November, ima fall back
Incense, light dimmer, joint lit up, with a salt bath
Currently I'm Keenan and Kel, I'm with all that, mmm
And when I'm feeling low with nothing else to do
Chop down that apple tree, I'm Indica Badu
I feel like I'm Tyrone, take a hit I'm in my zone
You wanna play them games but you can't use my phone
Some people think that I'm scheming
But really I'm fighting demons
No one said it was easy
But no one said it was this greasy
Galaxy Francis - INTJ Lyrics
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English
Don't take it personal
Some days I need time alone
To clear my head on my own
It's just so much going on
Things get so heavy
Even conversation's too much to hold
What Drake say?
I'm really too young to be feeling this old
Convo short like Uzi Vert
I'm a little introvert, mm mm
I don't like to talk too much
You gotta excuse my nerves, mm mm
I don't like to talk too much
Unless I got something for a verse, mm mm
They be saying they be in the field
I be on my own little turf, mm mm
Never let my guard down first
I ain't getting hurt no sirski
Feeling blue, like Tsu Surf
Battling a Devil, New Jersey
Skeletons in my closet wrinkling all my shirts, g
You grow what you water
So I keep negativity thirsty
You calling me phony talking I ain't never hit your jack
Last time I checked, phone work two ways in fact
And I ain't got no missed calls with your name on that
Fifty-Nine Fifty that's all cap
That's the type of shit make me not wanna call
Back
September, October, November, ima fall back
Incense, light dimmer, joint lit up with a salt bath
Currently I'm Keenan and Kel, I'm with all that, mmm
And when I'm feeling low with nothing else to do
Chop down that apple tree, I'm Indica Badu
I feel like I'm Tyrone, take a hit I'm in my zone
You wanna play them games but you can't use my phone
Don't take it personal
Some days I need time alone
To clear my head on my own
It's just so much going on
Things get so heavy
Even conversation's too much to hold
What Drake say?
I'm really too young to be feeling this old
You calling me phony talking I ain't never hit your jack
Last time I checked, phone work two ways in fact
And I ain't got no missed calls with your name on that
Fifty-Nine Fifty that's all cap
That's the type of shit make me not wanna call
Back
September, October, November, ima fall back
Incense, light dimmer, joint lit up, with a salt bath
Currently I'm Keenan and Kel, I'm with all that, mmm
And when I'm feeling low with nothing else to do
Chop down that apple tree, I'm Indica Badu
I feel like I'm Tyrone, take a hit I'm in my zone
You wanna play them games but you can't use my phone
Some people think that I'm scheming
But really I'm fighting demons
No one said it was easy
But no one said it was this greasy
Some days I need time alone
To clear my head on my own
It's just so much going on
Things get so heavy
Even conversation's too much to hold
What Drake say?
I'm really too young to be feeling this old
Convo short like Uzi Vert
I'm a little introvert, mm mm
I don't like to talk too much
You gotta excuse my nerves, mm mm
I don't like to talk too much
Unless I got something for a verse, mm mm
They be saying they be in the field
I be on my own little turf, mm mm
Never let my guard down first
I ain't getting hurt no sirski
Feeling blue, like Tsu Surf
Battling a Devil, New Jersey
Skeletons in my closet wrinkling all my shirts, g
You grow what you water
So I keep negativity thirsty
You calling me phony talking I ain't never hit your jack
Last time I checked, phone work two ways in fact
And I ain't got no missed calls with your name on that
Fifty-Nine Fifty that's all cap
That's the type of shit make me not wanna call
Back
September, October, November, ima fall back
Incense, light dimmer, joint lit up with a salt bath
Currently I'm Keenan and Kel, I'm with all that, mmm
And when I'm feeling low with nothing else to do
Chop down that apple tree, I'm Indica Badu
I feel like I'm Tyrone, take a hit I'm in my zone
You wanna play them games but you can't use my phone
Don't take it personal
Some days I need time alone
To clear my head on my own
It's just so much going on
Things get so heavy
Even conversation's too much to hold
What Drake say?
I'm really too young to be feeling this old
You calling me phony talking I ain't never hit your jack
Last time I checked, phone work two ways in fact
And I ain't got no missed calls with your name on that
Fifty-Nine Fifty that's all cap
That's the type of shit make me not wanna call
Back
September, October, November, ima fall back
Incense, light dimmer, joint lit up, with a salt bath
Currently I'm Keenan and Kel, I'm with all that, mmm
And when I'm feeling low with nothing else to do
Chop down that apple tree, I'm Indica Badu
I feel like I'm Tyrone, take a hit I'm in my zone
You wanna play them games but you can't use my phone
Some people think that I'm scheming
But really I'm fighting demons
No one said it was easy
But no one said it was this greasy
Writer: Edgar Lamont Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC