Open on Sunday

It’s a fucked up generation
Every good thing come in complications
I just wanna love you like, we ain’t gotta worry like
I ain’t seein' blurry like
I know that it’s real and you really give a whole fuck
You don’t see me different when the dough comes
Or switch up your decision when it slows up
When everybody flee, you the only one that don’t run
Instead you move in close up
It’s hard to give you everything 'cause I ain’t ever did that
Tell me how I’m feelin' man I’m feelin' like that shit whack
Admittin' that I’m trickin' yo that shit is for the weak
Rather dub you, hit a shorty, get a nut, that’s how I get back
Lately I just wanna move different
I’m kinda closed off but who isn’t
You been sayin' I’m too distant
And when it come to women I usually lose interest
But I don’t 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 fuck with you in more ways than one
I don’t really wanna run, I don’t wanna get away
I don’t 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?