Clipped

[Verse 1: Joeyy]
[?] fold the world in half
I smell like a laundromat
[?]
Still here [?]
Not one sentence that I wish to take back
I just poured a line in a fountain pen

[Verse 2: Marlon DuBois]
In the tree, it looks like it's a nest
Five [?] on my chest (Shh)
I'm grateful and I'm gracious and I'm blessed
I'm in the shed, some people don't even have a home (Home)
I swear I'm always [?], I just forgot to cloak
I love my opp but he's about to croak (Opp, opp, opp)
I love the shop, I need it always open (Opp, opp, opp)
I love the (Opp, opp, opp)

[Verse 3: Joeyy]
They talking about my fragrance and my [?] (Pull)
Instagram DMs asking why does my face glow
Paint thinner in the styrofoam
Here comes the conscience to ask where my cup's gone
The world's gone dry
Nothing that a Sprite can't fix
I hope you remember these things by
Wake up, Marlon, everything is clipped

[Verse 4: Marlon DuBois]
(Clipped?)
Everything's clipped
I see the screen from the inside
I watch the leaves change color in real time
I got so much you could borrow but it's still mine (Opp, opp, opp)
I haven't slept in 24 hours, I'm fried (Opp, opp, opp)
Oh, oh (Opp, opp, opp)
Oh, oh (Opp, opp, opp)