[Chorus: Joba]
A million little pieces
All add up to nothin' lately
Swim within my bedsheets
It's somethin' like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?

[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
I know my sweat like cologne; see, this house ain't like home
If I could swallow my pride, would you admit when you wrong?
I know it's easy to just skip it, flippin' out, and you gone
Maybe I wouldn't be so testy when you came for my glow
Got dinner on the kitchen table, make sure everyone know
I made my Sunday mornings feel like Friday nights
I feel like Boobie Miles under these Friday lights
Ready to pounce on any pussy-ass bitch come for my life (Pussy ass bitch)
I'm tired of validation
I'm tired of wonderin' what the fuck I gotta do to save ya
You been in this shit for years, I can't be your savior
Had a speech with Satan; on my knees, I'm prayin'
Everything I say breakin' into—

[Chorus: Joba]
A million little pieces
All add up to nothin' lately
Swim within my bedsheets
It's somethin' like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
[Verse 2: Joba]
I stay runnin' from somethin' I can't see
True colors blinding, fuck away from me
Gunnin' for somethin' I don't need
I lead two lives, find me
Who's to blame? Who's to say I leave?
Forced to change, forced to face my seed
Break a bit, breakin' in, timely
Good on my own (But I been feelin' alone)
I gotta go, don't ask why
Watch the dominoes and the time fly
Either way, it goes, scribble out of line
Get the picture? Different from when I met you

[Chorus: Joba]
A million little pieces
All add up to nothin' lately
Swim within my bedsheets
It's somethin' like a celebration
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?

[Bridge: Joba]
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?
[Chorus: Joba]
A million little pieces
All add up to nothin' lately
Swim within my bedsheets
It's somethin' like a celebration (Pussy ass bitch)
What's the occasion?
What's the occasion?