I was headed back from east of Eden
She was headed back to East L.A.
The sun is going down now, and I'm feeling
Like a bird out of a cage
It's 3:35 in the morning and I thought
CBD would not get me high, but here I am thinking
What if Michael Keaton killed himself in Multiplicity
Would that be genocide?
I don't know why you think I've got the answers
You must've been drinking on the plane
'Cause now you're trying to take my words for ransom
You must not be used to not getting your way
And it's 3:35 in the morning and I thought
CBD would not get me high, but here I am thinking
What if Michael Keaton killed himself in Multiplicity
Would that be genocide?
I'm just trying to lay here and enjoy it
It's rare I accidentally get stoned
But you just keep on sobbing up your story
I don't wanna be rude, but I think you should go home
And I don't mean to make fun of crying, but I can hear you
Crying and it's killing my vibe, and if I have to
Listen to you talk about her one more time
I swear to God, I'll set this house on fire
'Cause it's 3:35 in the morning and I thought
CBD would not get me high, here I am thinking
What if Michael Keaton killed himself in Multiplicity
Would that be genocide? It doesn't matter 'cause I might
Set this house on fire
I was headed back from east of Eden
She was headed back to East L.A.
The sun is coming up here and I'm feeling
Like a bird out of a cage
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