[Chorus: JOBA]
Walk up to my car, like
Got it from my dad, like
And I'm missing all his calls
Try and call on God
Walk up to my car, like (woo-hoo-hoo)
Got it from my dad, like (woo-hoo-hoo)
And I'm missing all his calls (woo-hoo-hoo)
Try and call on God (woo-hoo-hoo)

[Bridge: Kevin Abstract]
(Ever since I saw you)
Oh God, where you at?
(Say-say-say-say it with me now)
Oh God, where you at?

[Verse: Kevin Abstract]
Change ain't shit but eviction notices
I hope you notice how short this poem is
I'm still wondering where I'm going with this
I miss the days where my mom was pawning shit
Now I gotta figure out how to get ya
(You heard me? Know what I'm talkin' about?)
Now I gotta figure out how to treat ya good (Mmm)
Hollywood changed me maybe, this chain ain't phase me
I wish I could call up Prince like, "Bruh, I don't know what I'm doing"
Yeah I wanna be famous, but I'm scared I won't make it
'Cause I hate when you're changing
And my skin ain't tough, it's just ashy and rough
From the scars I picked up, when the stars ain't pick up
I hiccup, I look up, I lose friends who lose trust
Sorry, Mom, for telling the world you wasn't good enough
[Chorus: JOBA]
Walk up to my car, like
Got it from my dad, like
And I'm missing all his calls
Try and call on God
Walk up to my car, like (woo-hoo-hoo)
Got it from my dad, like (woo-hoo-hoo)
And I'm missing all his calls (woo-hoo-hoo)
Try and call on God (woo-hoo-hoo)

[Outro: Thom Yorke, Dave Fanning]
"Well I- I was having that conversation with my daughter yesterday who's 3. Because, um- she- well her and her brother were arguing between whether I was a pop star or a rock star."
(Laughter)
"What's the result?"
"Well I'd have to verge toward the rock star, because as Noah said: "If you're a pop star you have to do all this weird stuff that you have you to do. That's not daddy, daddy wouldn't do that."
"No."