I let my hair down and I say to my self
How happy I would be if I were with somebody else
You run back to me each time you don't achieve
The mindless goals you set before you'd leave

The city's chilling cold and I got you on read
My momma swears that I should just answer your text
If there ain't a ring on my finger then you won't be blessed
One swipe, on a new wave, any guy that's next?

I let my hair down and I start to cry
All your clouds do is block my eternal sunshine
This little interlude's got me fucked up and shit (Laughs)
It won't be on the album, cause it won't hit (Laughs)