What’s The Occasion?
A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately
Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
I know my sweat like cologne, see this house ain't like home
If I can swallow my pride, would you admit when you wrong?
I know it's easy to just skip it, flippin' out when you gone
Maybe I wouldn't be so testy when you came for my glow
Got dinner on the kitchen table, make sure everyone know
I made my Sunday mornings feel like Friday nights
I feel like Boobie Miles under these Friday lights
Ready to pounce on any pussy ass bitch come for my life
I'm tired of validation
I'm tired of wonderin' what the fuck I gotta do to save ya'
You been in this shit for years, I can't be your savior
Had a speech with Satan, on my knees I prayin'
Everything I say, breakin' into
A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately
Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
I stay runnin' from somethin' I can't see
True colors blinding, fuck away from me
Gunnin' for somethin' I don't need
I lead two lives, find me
Who's to blame? Who's to say I leave?
Forced to change, forced to face my scene
Break a bit, breakin' in timely
Good on my own, but I been feelin' alone
I gotta go, don't ask why
Watch the dominos and the time fly
Either way it goes, scribble out a line
Keep the pictures, different from when I met ya
A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately
Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately
Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?