On the Lam

Me, me, me, me
Ugh, they caught me running, I’m “on the lam”
They caught me slipping now I’m in a state
Ever since I got kicked out of the states
I’m signing off forms, i’m feeling: not great
“Farewell LA”
Wait, I gotta call, look up and away
Business calls aren’t normal, I pray
That I’m still a kid at the end of the day

Tell me, tell me, tell me how it’s gonna end
Tell me, tell me bout the things I represent
I’ve got nothing for ‘em but I’ll give ‘em my all
When I get up off the ground when I know I’ll fall
Show up, show up
Show up, show up
Show up, show up
Show up, show up

Times have changed and everybody thinks they know what’s going on
I could count how many times I said it’s off my shoulder
I’m pretty sure I don’t know shit, truth is I don’t feel older
ABCS to “Who loves me?”
To how the fuck am I sober?
Parasol

No one ever told me it was gonna be like this
If you’re tryna find me
Show up, show up, show up

Tell me, tell me, tell me how it’s gonna end
Tell me, tell me bout the things I represent
I’ve got nothing for ‘em but I’ll give ‘em my all
When I get up off the ground when I know I’ll fall
Show up, show up
Show up, show up
Show up, show up
Show

I don’t feel like I work how I’m supposed to
No, no
I’ll miss out on yours and you’ll never see me again
Looks like we lost in the midst of it all
You’d show up, you’d show up if you really cared
If you cared at all

If you’re tryna find me
Show up, show up, show up