Open on Sunday

Its a fxcked up generation
Every good thing come in complications
I just wanna love you like, we aint gotta worry like
I aint seein blurry like
I know that its real and you really give a whole fxck
You dont see me different when the dough comes
Or switch up your decision when it slows up
When everybody flee, you the only one that dont run
Instead you move in close up
Its hard to give you everything cause I aint ever did that
Tell me how Im feelin man Im feelin like that shit whack
Admittin that Im trickin yo that shit is for the weak
Rather dub you, hit a shorty, get a nut, thats how I get back
Lately I just wanna move different
Im kinda closed off but who isnt
You been sayin Im too distant
And when it come to women I usually lose interest
But I dont feel the same now, I just wanna lay down
And listen to you talk about your trauma
And be a place where you can get away from all the drama
Give each other pieces of the things we got a lot of
One of us is lackin shit or --
And grow out of the insecure way
Cause I fxck with you in more ways than one
I dont really wanna run, I dont wanna get away
I dont wanna leave your side, can we make it through this rain
What is on the other side, I just really wanna know
Are you stayin for the ride?
Is it really you and me?