[Intro]
\nYeah
\nAll the highs get high, all the lows get
\nYeah, look
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\n[Verse 1]
\nI'm seeking order for a brain that's full of chaos
\nAnd money for my thoughts to the extent they found in scales
\nAnd I ain't falling for the trap, it's just the pressure that I'm weighing
\nI could be doing 80, but it's safer in this lane
\nBut still I had to see the offer though
\nShe said she hates to be alone
\nI said it's cause we used to herds, just like the buffalo
\nI'm hoping they don't count me out
\nCause all my life I tried to fit
\nBut now it seems that fam the weird is what they write about
\nSo label me the, label me the weirdo
\nMeant to be the nigga you don't see I wasn't built to hero
\nNever really knew what money's like at least we knew there's zero
\nPraying luck can touch the good fellas like we knew De Niro
\nIt's 50 naira but counting up how many makes a fiver
\nI'm many hours from home but can touch and use my lyca
\nI said I'm missing my dad but my mother think I don't like her
\nI'm used to seeing the violence
\nAnd probably made me a fighter
\nOr stupid names to avoid it and though I'm trying to face it
\nThe memory's been destroyed I just keep away from the void
\nIt's called a fear of the unknown
\nI know I couldn't do this on my own
\nSo I'm just glad they put the lyca on my phone
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\n[Chorus]
\nIt's just the lyca on my phone, fears in my head
\nTears in my eyes, feel safe in my bed
\nAnd I'm holding this down nobody knows
\nHighs getting high but the lows getting low
\nIt's just the lyca on my phone, fears in my head
\nTears in my eyes, feel safe in my bed
\nAnd I'm holding this down nobody knows
\nHighs getting high but the lows getting low (Yeah)
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\n[Verse 2]
\nI heard this figure I look up to call himself a thinker
\nAnd if I'm honest I just can't allow my thoughts to linger
\nCause if I let them in I can't control the things they lead to
\nAnd if I do then I'm just scared they'll show we're broken people
\nI never talk about my past but seek a deep connection
\nSo if I'm giving her my number then I seek affection
\nI hate when talk is getting small like tell me something bigger
\nLike how you figure out this life without a father figure
\nEars peeled into my phone, she's tryna flip it on myself
\nI said my past is full of garbage I'm just sorting out that shelf
\nIt's like I need a strong connection before I talk to you
\nAnd if you tell me yours then maybe I can help you through
\nIt's just the lies we tell ourselves but secrets loosens through the night
\nShe said she used to watch the way her parents used to fight
\nAnd she would try to keep them happy while she's skipping out her own
\nHer house is just the walls when peace is far away from home
\nShe's tryna call him back, message at the tone
\nShe's leaving many picturing, how it would look, all the hours spent on the telly
\nJust a modern family, Daddy's never at home
\nMother's holding it down and distractions live on her phone
\nOf course they caught her eye scrolling on the net she found some guys
\nAnd all she's looking for is peace but everybody's got a price
\nShe'd rather seek a fake connection over being on her own
\nShe's chatting up these fakers with the lyca on her phone
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\n[Chorus]
\nIt's just the lyca on my phone, fears in my head
\nTears in my eyes, feel safe in my bed
\nAnd I'm holding this down nobody knows
\nHighs getting high but the lows getting low
\nIt's just the lyca on my phone, fears in my head
\nTears in my eyes, feel safe in my bed
\nAnd I'm holding this down nobody knows
\nHighs getting high but the lows getting low (Yeah)\n\n
