Get Over It

[Intro: mason infinity]
Could I have a 2A meal?
Large, uh, with a Dr. Pepper

[Chorus: REY GWEN]
I don't think I could just get over it, over it
You see me bite my tongue and make a joke of it, joke of it
I don't think I could just get over it, over it
You see me bite my tongue and make a joke of it, joke of it

[Verse 1: bandanabloom & REY GWEN]
Uh, read that seven colon one five and I'm upright
Kick the door open, both shoelaces untied
Coasting off of luck 'til that well runs dry
But probably sticking to my guns whenever help comes by (I don't think I could just get)
Memories eventually all gon' end up in the furnace
Shaking fist might reach the sky alongside a shout of curses
Camera zoom in on my face I'm asking
"Who can say for sure this life was meant for me?"
Birds fly by the sun sets over the empty street
Confidence level look like y equals sin(x)
Light nowhere in sight man I might need an eye check
Digest feelings locked inside piss poorly
Sidewalk lookin' like the plank
Up like nine, ten stories (I don't think I could just get over it)
One cannonball away from the boneyard
Navigating just with instincts and the North Star
Happy ending so far fetched in my stone-hard head
Hiding from the scary monsters in the Rorschach test, uh

[Chorus: REY GWEN]
I don't think I could just get over it, over it
You see me bite my tongue and make a joke of it, joke of it
I don't think I could just get over it, over it
You see me bite my tongue and make a joke of it, joke of it

[Verse 2: bandanabloom & REY GWEN]
Uh, everyone's got their own things
Past wounds you know sting now
Fitting in the shoes of someone that you won't bring down
But when duty calls its possible that phone rings out (I don't think I could just get)
Yeah, cold wind blows through the window
The bros cracking jokes that are stones throw from insult
Neurons gon' explode like Coke and a Mento
Holes in my mental
Frozen in place, no-show at the signal
If shit goes south I'm hoping this chin won't
Folders of notes chokehold on the pencil
Wait 'til that money come in droves, I'ma lay it out in rows like I'm going for bingo (I don't think I could just get over it)
Shrugging off the hopelessness my soul encoded with
Rolling that fucking boulder stead of posing as a bowling pin
Better days approaching but the process is slow as shit
The only place I really need to be is up and over it, but

[Chorus: REY GWEN]
I don't think I could just get over it, over it
You see me bite my tongue and make a joke of it, joke of it
I don't think I could just get over it, over it
You see me bite my tongue and make a joke of it, joke of it

[Outro: mason infinity & Drive-Thru Employee]
Anything else
Um, and could I have the uh
Could I have a six-piece [?]
And that would be all please
Thank you so much