[Joba]
A million little pieces all add up to nothin´ lately
Swim within my bedsheets, it´s somethin´ like a celebration

What´s the occasion?
What´s the occasion?

[Matt Champion]
I know my sweat like cologne, see the houses like Rome
If I can swallow my pride, will you admit when you wrong?
I know it´s easy to just keep it flippin´ out when you gone
Maybe I wouldn´t be so tested when you came for my glow
Got dinner on the kitchen table, make sure everyone know
I made my Sunday mornings feel like Friday nights
I feel like Boobie Miles under these Friday lights
Ready to pounce on any pussy ass bitch come from my life

I´m tired of validation
I´m tired of wonderin´ what the fuck I gotta do to save ya´
You been in this shit for years, I can´t be your savior
All my days I pray on everything I say, breakin´ into

[Joba]
A million little pieces all add up to nothin´ lately
Swim within my bedsheets, it´s somethin´ like a celebration
What´s the occasion?
What´s the occasion?

[Joba]
I stay runnin´ from somethin´ I can´t see

True colors blinding, fuck away from me
Gunnin´ for somethin´ I don´t need
I lead two lives, find me
Who´s to blame? Who´s to say I leave?
Forced to change, forced to face my scene
Breaking Bad, break a neck entirely
Good on my own, but I been feelin´ alone
I gotta go, don´t ask why
Bunch of dominos and the time fly
Either way it goes, scribble out a line
Keep the pictures, they´re fun for when I miss ya

[Joba]
A million little pieces all add up to nothin´ lately
Swim within my bedsheets, it´s somethin´ like a celebration
What´s the occasion?

What´s the occasion?

[ Joba]
What´s the occasion?
What´s the occasion?

[Joba]
A million little pieces all add up to nothin´ lately
Swim within my bedsheets, it´s somethin´ like a celebration
What´s the occasion?
What´s the occasion?