[Intro: Sewerperson & Sadie Jean]
I don't wanna be twenty-something
And still in my head about
Seventeen in my bedroom talking
You said that by now we'd
I don't wanna come off too strongly
Paint the walls of our shared apartment
I been in my head about
You're still everything I want and
How we could've still wrote the story
I think we could work it out
But now this shit's dead and I
So what are you doing now?
(JabariOnTheBeat)
(Let's go)

[Chorus: Sewerperson]
Life changed when I'd written all these notebook scraps
Even if I wanted, I could not go back
On the road, doing nights in this Chevrolet van
It's the tenth time I been thinking 'bout the talks wе had
If I blow up, baby, don't get erased from thе blast
When you blow up, fake friends come back from the past
I don't make up with the people that had held me back
I was laid up in the ER way, way down bad
[Verse: Sewerperson]
Yeah okay, maybe it was just the hand I was dealt
When you with me, I feel a way I think I'd never felt
The Kush I breathe got the eyes upon my face on melt
If you need me, you could find me on the asteroid belt
Ice in my veins turn my body to a freezer
If you laid back, not going out then me neither
She flirt a lot at first then ghost me, she a teaser
Pay to play shit, if you rich, you could lease her
And I don't wanna come off too strongly (No, no)
But I been in my head about (Yeah)
How we could've still wrote this story (My baby)
But now this shit's dead and I (Okay)
Dug my grave and I'm layin' in it right now
This cookie horse tranq, how it put me in a timeout
Three grams in the woods like I'm tryna say timber
I was tryna smoke away what I still remembered

[Chorus: Sewerperson]
My life changed when I'd written all these notebook scraps
Even if I wanted, I could not go back
On the road, doing nights in this Chevrolet van
It's the tenth time I been thinking 'bout the talks we had
If I blow up, baby, don't get erased from the blast
When you blow up, fake friends come back from the past
I don't make up with the people that had held me back
I was laid up in the ER way, way down bad
[Outro: Sadie Jean]
I don't wanna be twenty-something
And still in my head about
Seventeen in my bedroom talking
You said that by now we'd
Paint the walls of our shared apartment
You're still everything I want and
I think we could work it out
So what are you doing?