These Days

[Verse 1: Thoreau]
Imma throw up in the whip
Tell shawty pull over quick
Her driving making me sick
But she don't listen to shit

Love her to death but she gone be the death of me
Say is you deaf, cuz I can't get a check on me

[Pre-Chorus: Thoreau]
I hate the club but somehow she still get me out
She get me drunk and somehow she figure me out
Things that I wish I could be and who I really am
I should be quiet now this shit getting out of hand, yeah

[Chorus: 30]
And it's getting out of hand
I don't really evеn expect them to understand
What I'm about these days
And I'm a little stressed out these days
Yeah

But it's getting out of hand
I don't really even expect them to understand
What I'm about these days
And I'm a little stressed out these days
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Thoreau]
Catching the corner I hit the curb I'm spinning
Almost got a DUI right in front of my house, yeah
The shit that I do to myself when I can't take the stress
Cheers to my nerves, I'll drink until there's nothing left

[Pre-Chorus: Thoreau]
I hate the club but somehow she still get me out
She get me drunk and somehow she figure me out
Things that I wish I could be and who I really am
I should be quiet now this shit getting out of hand, yeah

[Chorus: 30]
Yeah, and it's getting out of hand
I don't really even expect them to understand
What I'm about these days
And I'm a little stressed out these days
Yeah

But it's getting out of hand
I don't really even expect them to understand
What I'm about these days
And I'm a little stressed out these days
Yeah

[Outro: 30]
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