

{hip hop beat drops,
vinyl crackle, vocal sample loop,
high-pass filter sweeping open} Yeah,
yeah
Turn my headphones up Let me talk to
'em Gotta go to the better days With the haze,
with the lace Baby,
I'm not tryna behave Baby,
go lay on bed Get mad,
get sad Baby, don't be so mean to me {melodic r&b delivery
with 808 sub bass} I've been pacing the floor thinking about what
you said
All these complicated narratives spinning in my head
We used to talk about the future now we static instead
Trying to find a middle ground but we're hanging by a thread
Yeah, baby don't be mean
Let me see what you mean Keep it clean,
behind the screen
{rapid rhythmic rap flow,
dry upfront vocals} Gotta go to the better days With the haze,
with the lace Baby,
I'm not tryna behave Baby,
go lay on bed Get mad,
get sad Baby, don't be so mean to me {soaring r&b hook
over heavy 808 glide} We trace the lines back to the start
Before the distance came and tore it all apart
You had the map but I was chasing the art Now we're
standing in the cold with a heavy heart
No more games, no more doubt
Let's figure what we're about {smooth laidback flow,
subtle saxophone
counter-melody} Gotta go to the better days With the haze,
with the lace Baby,
I'm not tryna behave Baby,
go lay on bed Get mad,
get sad Baby, don't be so mean to me {triumphant final hook,
added vocal harmonies} {drums slowly fade out,
solo electric piano remains} Yeah,
don't be so mean Better
days, baby {fade to
silence}