Lyrics Wide Open Weekend - Zac Chase

My first roommate out of college is a girl and she's 30
She's a chill good person
But we've got two different versions of what a day is like
I do a lot of thinking when it's late at night
It's not enough to say it
Write it down and get your neighbor right
I'm making friends when I'm on the clock
Shoutout Maurice at the wing spot
Summer nineteen was a grease trap
I'm doing me in my freestyles
You were convinced I was most dope
If a shift's slow you already know that's J Cole in the dish pit
Now the sponge's soaked and we both grow
Have a good weekend, I mean it
I don't have plans but I'm eagerly cheesing
I'm going days without talking to anybody but a server
And still I'm believing I'm here for a reason
Now I'm on seasons instead of semesters
And I like it better
Cuffing season I just throw on a sweater
In case I need it like dough in my dresser

I wander under blue skies
I make contact with new eyes
That's if your glasses don't mind
You can always clean a sole off if you step in mudslide
You can never lose a light if you keep passing sunshine
If every phone on Earth died would you be smarter?
Would you wrap up chargers like the Chiefs, Raiders, Broncos twice a year?
I'm in the mood to leak my favorite songs this time of year
Dating apps are underwhelming but they help me conquer fears
FOMO comes in waves every now and then
I wish that I could say that I get brave without the pen
But that's just how I vent
Mighty as Excalibur
The caliber is higher than the average fan
When festivals are back again
But go ahead go back to bed