Still Miss You

This be one catch twenty-two
But imma do what I do
I feel the morning is soon
When I can get out of this room
Look online or the tube and its always bad news
All this boredom in our rooms that I’ve noticed since June
Make us argue bout nothing but nothing feels new
Yea we running on fumes
And we quitting cigarettes getting nicotine withdrawals
Getting itchy got us starting at these walls
Got no women that I could even call
I’m just praying like I do it like I’m Saul
Playing board games bored
Thank the lord we record
Keep my mind occupied
Steady cooking nevr fried ay
Funny how these Fridays man something
Bumming off all our governments funding
This be one catch twenty-two
But imma do what I do
I feel the morning is soon
When I can get out of this room
This be one catch twenty-two
But imma do what I do
I feel the morning is soon
When I can get out of this room