What’s The Occasion?

A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately

Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration

What's the occasion?

What's the occasion?

I know my sweat like cologne, see this house ain't like home

If I can swallow my pride, would you admit when you wrong?

I know it's easy to just skip it, flippin' out when you gone

Maybe I wouldn't be so testy 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 for 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

Had a speech with Satan, on my knees I prayin'

Everything I say, breakin' into

A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately

Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration

What's the occasion?

What's the occasion?

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

Break a bit, breakin' in timely

Good on my own, but I been feelin' alone

I gotta go, don't ask why

Watch the dominos and the time fly

Either way it goes, scribble out a line

Keep the pictures, different from when I met ya

A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately

Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration

What's the occasion?

What's the occasion?

What's the occasion?

What's the occasion?

A million little pieces all add up to nothing lately

Swim within my bedsheets, it's something like a celebration

What's the occasion?

What's the occasion?