​chalked *old faces* lyrics

[Intro: Clara La San & Sewerperson]
(Eric, look at me)
Stop, wait a minute
The way you move that, boy
You done got my heart all in it
And I just wanna be with you tonight
Boy, please
I'm a player, yeah, it's true
But I change the game for you
I wanna see what it do
Can I be for real?
I cannot find the words
I swear I thought of like everything
I got a—

[Chorus: Sewerperson]
I-I cannot find the words
I swear I thought of like everything
I got a big night ahead of me
But still, I just wait for the phone to ring
You-you treat me worse than my enemies
But here, I just thought you were lovin' me, f*ck
But I can't abandon the crutch of me, f*ck
And all of this pressure is crushing me
I don't need problems on top of these
So f*ck it, I guess it look fair to me (f*ck)
[Verse 1: Sewerperson]
Pink-pink in my blunt, I'm blowin' it out
Forty-sixth floor in the condo
Goose on my shoulders with pain in my mouth
sh*t smell up half of Toronto
I roll again, try to settle me down
Stuck in my thoughts when its no one around
Turn off my phone and I lay on the ground
Worried 'bout sh*t that I don't know
And I won't know and I can't know
'Cause I'm human and I can't cope
Damn, I guess I need me a breath of air
These balcony winds will comb my hair, f*ck

[Bridge: Sewerperson & Clara La San]
(Comb my hair, they will comb my hair)
(Broke beyond repair, it's way too common here, f*ck)
(What you say? Just tell me what you said)
(f*ck, I lit the fire up and now she seein' red)
Stop, wait a—
Stop, wait a—
The way you-the way you-the way you move that, boy
(Ah)

[Verse 2: Sewerperson]
I'm a young demon, I pull out the lot
And I burn out the mall then I roll me an eighth
I got some fabrics you never had seen
'Cause I'm camoed to sh*t, yeah, I bought me the BAPE
I add his b*tch to the roster to f*ck when I'm bored
And I'm chillin, just hittin' my vape
I need a hobby to put on my resumé now
'Cause I'm always just rottin' away
Up in my room with a party of eight
I'm like, "Hm, nah, think I'ma stay"
"Pull up at ten if you can come"
Then I'm like, "Hm, nah, think I'll be late"
Dropping this sh*t when it's done, I export
I'm like, "Hm, nah, think I'ma wait", f*ck
[Chorus: Sewerperson]
I cannot find the words
I swear I thought of like everything
I got a big night ahead of me, f*ck
But still, I just wait for the phone to ring
You treat-you treat me wor-worse than my enemies
But here, I just thought you were lovin' me, f*ck
But I can't abandon the crutch of me, f*ck
And all of this pressure is crushing me, f*ck
(I cannot find the words)
(I swear I thought of like everything)
(I got a big night ahead of me)
(Still, I just wait for the phone to ring)