you. (slowed+reverb) Lyrics

Tells me what it is but doesn't tell me bout the subject

Spell it out for me, but please don't put it into words yet

Hell I've done gotten over it since blocking all your contacts

Scream it, but in silence, either way I'll miss the context

Terrified & so in need of therapy but I don't want the drugs

Medication? Feels like there could be a chance it'd fuck me up

When you'd come over when I wasn't pickin' up to see what's up

That's when I showed up face to face with you, I'm staring at disgust

And yet I wonder how I got so far

Surrounded by community & people I'm not far behind

& yet my universe & world's gone dark

I know that, no I don't deserve this, I took back that spark

It's like I took it, flipped it, burned it, shook it further, & i turned it into

Everything unfolding, it's my dreams from like, the past 12 years

And when I cook it, mix it, turn it in, it still needs work

I overthink it through the cloud of my fears

Now all I want is

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you

Want nobody but

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you

So what you up to?

Monday night?

Busy!

Tuesday night?

Workin'

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday you're in Boston

January, London

February, Paris

It's like every time I hit you up

You're marching to a new place

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you

Want nobody but

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you

I'm either slow or you moved on too fast

It's like the months hit like a truck or it's the pace of the phase

I know that you was out here searching while I went out your way

Was either you was done with me, the bullshit, both, or the distance

One night she asked me why I'd go so far

I told her I've been chasing dreams, I wasn't ready to fold

She knows the names of all my demons but she's not that smart

Until she narrowly convinced me just to give her the hold

I wanted

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you

Want nobody but

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you

So what you up to?

Monday night?

Busy!

Tuesday night?

Workin'

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday you're in Boston

January, London

February, Paris

It's like every time I hit you up

You're marching to a new place

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you

Want nobody but

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you