These Lyrics

These days

Give a pornstar the cold shoulder

These days

I don't want any exposure

These days

I don't let anyone close

I'm better off alone

That's on my soul

These days

I be out the loop

But so in tune

It's what I do

These days

My time is never wasted

I'm tired of the same shit

Every single fucking day

Rinse and repeat

What do you say when you speak?

Communication with trees

What do we take when we leave?

What has been left?

It's beating right under our chest

Too bad I'll prolly never see her

She too invested in the texts

I was never into tests

My brain is too much of a mess

It goes deeper than the flesh

There's a reason that we're all depressed

They're hiding, look at what they're tryna suppress

Nobody I know believes what they see on the news

My selection got a couple hues

I got one that look like Cherokee

This other one look like Kate Upton 2

We decide when it is time

For me it depends on the vibes

I can tell by the look in their eyes

I'ma problem

I am always asking why

They really could give me no answers

So they said that I'm out of my mind

The youth is polluted with praise

That's why nobody ever tries

I say what I say, and I'll sail away

Heartbreak and 808s

West LA Fadeaway

Don't be mad I made the play

Kobe in the post

Show me what you know

All I do is hold on

These days

Give a pornstar the cold shoulder

These days

I don't want any exposure

These days

I don't let anyone close

I'm better off alone

That's on my soul

These days

I be out the loop

But so in tune

It's what I do

These days

My time is never wasted

I'm tired of the same shit

Every single fucking day

They aint wanna fuck with me

Now they wanna fuck with me

Vote marijuana for president

It can do what trump didn't

It can do what they haven't

I just want something different

Rap game Conrad Haas

There is way too much hidden

Sketch on the beat like blueprints

This ink shan't be unwritten

There's so much underneath us

They give us bunk descriptions

We gave them the keys to our fate

They ain't do much with it

I seek some explanation

Consequence may come with it

These days

Give a pornstar the cold shoulder

These days

I don't want any exposure

These days

I don't let anyone close

I'm better off alone

That's on my soul

These days

I be out the loop

But so in tune

It's what I do

These days

My time is never wasted

I'm tired of the same shit

Every single fucking day