Thinking Everyday

[Intro: Connis] (x2)
No, it don’t mean nothing if I ain’t got you by my side
Like who’s gon’ ride?

[Verse 1: Connis]
I know that I got problems you can’t relate to
It’s like a tat the way I wear it on my face
I’ll go ghost on everyone without a trace
Live remote and make money back home from out of state
You get tired of seeing the same scenery, keeping the same company
Tryna keep me ‘round cause you know that you can’t fuck with me
Man, you don’t even fuck with me
I know better, run with some go-getters
No effort, Mass boy — heat up in the cold weather
I could keep it to myself or fill up the whole table
I know this piece of mind will ease your mind
When every other week feels like it’s on rewind
I remember being 13 in the E.R
Me and my mom crying with each other look at me now
I done been through a lot of shit like look at my bowels
Take another hit of medicine, it’s clearing me out
Getting in touch with my head again, figure it out, buggin’ me out
I don’t know who I am and I don’t know what I’ve become
I just know how to feel everything and know how to feel numb
Took some people out my life and put some gas inside my blunt
Took some people out my life, man, you can ask me what you want
I got the answer for you
Baby girl, I got the cure, I got the cancer for you
I been out here dressing bummy I’ll get handsome for you
I’mma take my vision make it panoramic for you
Wanna put my people on and makes amends with you
Wanna go watch Frank Ocean at Panoramic with you
And keep it to ourselves please don’t bring the camera with you
I been thinking to myself everyday how to end it with you
Thinking to myself everyday, will it ever hit?
Thinking to myself gotta make my way out of it
Thinking everyday

[Bridge: Connis] (x2)
I be doing me on my own time
Catch me in the C’s that’s the coast side
Magazine Beach that’s the coastline
Thank God I ain’t fell apart

[Verse 2: Connis]
Everything poppin’ when I pop up
Here for one night like a pop-up
I’mma catch a vibe like a pop up
Everything hittin’ different like a potluck
Pray to God I don’t end up with my pops luck
Cause we been riding through the city with a lot of stuff
Know some boys in the burbs need a pick-me-up
Some in the Bean keep that lean in a sippy-cup
But it don't mean nothing if I don’t got you by my side
Like who’s gon’ ride?
No, it don’t mean nothing if I don’t got you by my side
Like who’s gon’ ride?

[Outro: Connis] (x2)
I be doing me on my own time
Catch me in the C’s that’s the coast side
Magazine Beach that’s the coastline
Thank God I ain’t fell apart