November morning I wake up in Bushwick and walk to the corner store Hide from the world in my Skullcandy earbuds I bought in Manhattan for ten bucks And all my friends are busy today I always haven't laughed since yesterday And every time I meet someone new it's like scrolling through Netflix Probably not worth it Down to the gentrified part of the neighborhood Where my favorite coffee shop wouldn't give me a job Look past window with shame like a fever Like I rolled my first stop sign in front of a cop The weed wears off and I fall from the sky I wish I could keep the feeling with me all the time Like a coin in my pocket that I'll never spend It gets lost in the laundry Socks missing as well