so what's the point when i'm hoping to stay hopeless

when i'm my crib i'm homesick

and i miss my bae like oakland

my friends say they don't notice

but it ain't hard to see

like why the f**k

you think i'm always out here partying

i'm taking everything and anything

so i can feel something blurred between the lines

don't even try to intervene

what's the point of arguing

when you think you're always right

and why we keep on trying

when there ain't no end in sight

what's the point spread baby tryna gamble on your love

i've been getting answers for somebody up above

i don't know how baby in the morning i get up

cause i would rather lay in bed instead of chasing us