[Intro]
It's a tricky one, we don't wanna get piped down
Vibes come up when the boy's in town
Wow, bet you want a bit of us now
Fresh new burner like pow, pow, pow
It's a tricky one (Tricky one—)
(Wanna get piped—)
(Vibes come up when the boy's in—)
Tricky one
(Bet you want a bit of us—)
(Fresh new burner like pow—)

[Verse 1: Jordan Stephens]
What's inside your pocket full of dreams?
Shorts of mixed feelings and bags of self-esteem
Up-and-down life, man, respect the regime
Cost less to stay fucked than it does to stay clean
Full of bad habits
The anxiety is real, spare a penny for my panic
I find solace that I finally found the root of my damage
But the bruise won't heal, it's just easier to manage
You ever had a thought you don't want to recollect?
Paintin' pictures in my mind as I try to forget
It's a tricky one, yes, you can't erase every step
So, man, I live with these scars till the day that I rest
Clear head now, eight hours in my bed now
Wake in the six feelin' zenned out
So many things make sense
But got here from livin' on the edge, it's blessed
[Chorus: Harley Alexander-Sule]
Slow down on a heat wave, dryin' up in the sun
Drowned out on a beach day, those thoughts ain't the one
Anesthetic, man, I get it, you could just let it run
But I bet it doesn't get this vivid if you're always numb, yeah

[Verse 2: Jordan Stephens]
I've done snow in the summer, snow in the mornin'
Threw up in my sink without warnin'
Did another line, put the jacket on and walked out the door then
Wondered if I'd gained a fear of boredom
I'd already spent a fortune
Hedonism costs, but what an awesome high
Livin' off the thought that I'm an awesome guy
Yeah, she's fucking gorgeous, doubt I'll get it up
Lately, it's been harder and harder for me to—
Come on, someone show me where the afterparty is
Forgotten dreams and spaghetti westerns
Everyone's standoffish till they find out you're a shootin' star (Click, click, pow)
Aviators and a few cigars
People cuttin' lines from every actor with their stupid power
Gotta flip the script, keep the silence, bit of peace and quiet
Gutter full of lilies and a sea of violets
There are other ways to channel violence
Without flippin' on the self
Same story, but we're on a different shelf
[Chorus: Harley Alexander-Sule, Jordan Stephens, Harley Alexander-Sule & Jordan Stephens]
Slow down on a heat wave, dryin' up in the sun (Sun)
Drowned out on a beach day, those thoughts ain't the one (Ain't the one)
Anesthetic, man, I get it, you could just let it run
But I bet it doesn't get this vivid if you're always numb, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
It's a tricky one, we don't wanna get piped down
Vibes come up when the boy's in town
Wow, bet you want a bit of us now
Fresh new burner like pow, pow, pow
It's a tricky one
Tricky one

[Bridge: Jordan Stephens]
Yeah, it's the reason I scream
I pulled the plaster off and let it bleed
It seems we're splittin' 'cause I'm splittin' at the seams
You're not even half of what I need
Old sports, new greed
Have I always got to pay for bein' me?
Let me see what kind of face I can steal
Glacial expressions, two secs, let me chill
Why you always all up in my grill?
It's no wonder why I turned to every powder and a pill, what?
It's no wonder why I turned to every powder and a pill
Yeah
[Outro]
And all of those negative beliefs that we've created to make sense of what happened to us
When we go through all of that, the false self layers
Into the pain, through that pain which is also a portal
Remember, wings are always portals
And then you come back to remembering the truth of who you are