Lyrics Glass Plates, Pt. 2 - Paulo Leon

Every single day, in another place
Thinking I was safe
Now I contemplate how things did taste
All those glass plates
Pleasurable waiting on the phone
For you to leave

The billionaires ain't saving me
The billionaires ain't saving trees
Whole arm on the car seat
And I can't write no bars without long sleep
In a nice pillow
Just kiddin'
Just pretty bitch on the side of me
No pillow
Its been months since that ironically
But I've been slow
I ain't moving around
Love u platonically
But honestly I got feelings for ya
Big sun
Big shining
Fiction
I ain't buying it
I got zero diamonds
But I counter
Broke all of my iPhones
Fuck whatever I know
Dispose all of my feelings
Shit is making me sea sick
But I never been on a boat
Never been on a coat
Never been on a screen
She never go down on her knees
And I'm proud
Im not a-lister darling
Lately I feel you hating me darling
People say things but don't face the facade
She got 8 rings and a sugar daddy that pay for her car
Lately I'm pacing around
She got me shook
Beating around the bush
Forgot my song
Shit got me shook

Every single day, in another place
Thinking I was safe
Now I contemplate how things did taste
All those glass plates
Pleasurable waiting on the phone
For you to leave

I'm trying hard not be corny but these fields full of ur face
Can't think about tomorrow
Barely think about today
I feel Rick rolled
Rollin on ya again
You brush my stick slow
No hurting ur neck, we barely connect
Nothing was the same
Man, they all think I'm fake
Me too
Only myself is to blame
No anxiety
No trying me
I got a lot of gas but nowhere to go
Still flying
That's the problem
No logic
What a plot twist
What a photo
Could I call ya
In the middle of a movie if you knew me well
Small details
You can tell me now
Its a lovely crowd when you pop out
Only sound standing ovation when you
Walk off
Keep my socks on during the deed
My mind keeps skipping skipping
Skipping cause of the weed

Every single day, in another place
Thinking I was safe
Now I contemplate how things did taste
All those glass plates
Pleasurable waiting on the phone
For you to leave

(Yaa)