Motion Sickness

Nostalgia.

Breathe.

I don't recognize who's in this mirror. Choices that I gotta reconsider.

I'm addicted to this nostalgia. I got thrown it back to my era.

I turned a tone-deaf girl to a singer. Sign on the streets, I ain't Matt Skinner.

Whole room started spinning, got motion sickness, Phoebe Bridgers.

Hand me the light, I'm burning a bridge. Love me or hate me, or don't mean, uh.

Now that I'm up, they wanna get involved. Too many hits, now they're wishing I'd missed.

Not a DJ, but I might just switch. Been that guy since iPhone 6. Ay, they couldn't walk in my Air Maxes.

Can't lose my head and slip. Stepping correct.

Next year's rent, all on my chest. Bed's sent me, gotta edge your text.

Where man think I revolve 'round them? If it ain't me, it's who or when 'cause nobody makes it from my ends, uh.

Whole weekend got blurry. You do not see life through this lens, okay.

I don't recognize who's in this mirror. Choices that I gotta reconsider.

I'm addicted to this nostalgia. I got thrown it back to my era.

I turned a tone-deaf girl to a singer. Sign on the streets, I ain't Matt Skinner.

Whole room started spinning, got -motion sickness, Phoebe Bridgers. -I went to Estonia this year.

One of the crowd had a tat of my name. It's weird, like how do I process that?

Head in my hands at the back of the plane. Air miles looking like phone numbers.

Merch boy, I wear my own jumpers.

Sometimes I think my soul wonders if my life's on loop till it happens again. Motion sickness, life is quick. Stage and lights, red wine and kit.

Setlist touch and a cup full of albums. Album drops and they don't press skip.

Different mood, got a different song. I don't really post too much, that's long.

Another S-O-N-G-E-R-E-R. Drop that shit and I'm gone.

I don't recognize who's in this mirror. Choices that I gotta reconsider.

I'm addicted to this nostalgia. I got thrown it back to my era.

I turned a tone-deaf girl to a singer. Sign on the streets, I ain't Matt Skinner.

Whole room started spinning, got motion sickness, Phoebe Bridgers.

Too much motion, motion, now I got motion sickness. Well, that's life.

Came a long way from a nine-to-five to a three-point-five liter in my drive. They ain't built like me, one of a kind.

They want it too bad, I ain't even trying. First she wanna know my government long.

Now she wanna know my sign. Pull it, pull it, they push and pull.

I need a platinum plaque on my wall. Ask moms, yeah, I've been this way since school.

They want me to slip, can't trip and fall. If I didn't rap, then I would've kicked ball.

If I didn't kick ball, then I would've been a crash out.

Sound expensive, music slap now. Manifesting, but it all turned facts now.

I don't recognize who's in this mirror. Choices that I gotta reconsider. I'm addicted to this nostalgia.

I got thrown it back to my era. I turned a tone-deaf girl to a singer.

Sign on the streets, I ain't Matt Skinner.

Whole room started spinning, got motion sickness, -Phoebe Bridgers. -Brother.

-Yo. -You ain't gotta deep it.

Take one sip, it's cool. Songer and me like Pirlo and Mordini, it's beautiful football. Blue

Rizla and a little red chip with green and purple mixed in it, ooh.

Up all night, half five, turn off. Nocturnal, asleep on the bathroom stool.

Eight bar with kilo, matching ditto. Put a leng on on my pillow.

-Trust. -This one hits hard in the AM.

-Don't worry, we know. -Cigarette smoke in plastic cups. Not what

I thought when a boy was little. House of fire, born in the middle.

Only one up, I'm smoking Skittle. I don't recognize who's in this mirror.

Choices that I gotta reconsider. I'm addicted to this nostalgia.

I got thrown it back to my era. I turned a tone-deaf girl to a singer. Sign on the streets, I ain't Matt

Skinner. Whole room started spinning, got motion sickness, Phoebe Bridgers.

-Oh my God, run that shit back.

-Addicted to nostalgia.