Open on Sunday

It's a fucked up generation Every good thing come with complications I just wanna love you like, we ain't gotta worry like I ain't seein' blurry like I know that it's real and you really give a whole fuck You don't see me different when the dough comes Or switch up your decision when it slows up When everybody flee, you the only one that don't run Instead you move in close up It's hard to give you everything 'cause I ain't ever did that Tell you how I'm feelin' man, I'm feelin' like that shit whack Admittin' that I'm triggered yo that shit is for the weak Rather dub you, hit a shorty, get a nut, that's how I get back Lately, I just wanna move different I'm kinda closed off, but who isn't You been sayin' I'm too distant And when it come to women I usually lose interest But I don't feel the same now, I just wanna lay down And listen to you talk about your trauma And be a place where you can get away from all the drama And give each other pieces of the things we got a lot of When one of us is lacking shit share the role of the provider And grow out of the insecure way 'Cause I fuck with you in more ways than one I don't really wanna run, I don't wanna get away I don't wanna leave your side, can we make it through this rain What is on the other side I just really wanna know Are you stayin' for the ride Is it really you and me